Bobby wasn't quite sure what was going on. He simultaneously felt like he had been asleep for years and hadn't slept at all, which was strange. His plan was to just lay there and hope that everything stopped hurting. It wasn't too bad, just a dull ache everywhere. The voice made him open his eyes, though he shut them again immediately. It was like the hangover from hell.
"Not sure." His voice was rough and almost didn't sound like his own.