After his 24 hours observation period, Darcy had been sent home with Ashley to heal. He knew that the doctor was just a call away, and would be checking up on him regularly. Ashley also had strict instructions for when she should call immediately - if he started vomiting, or slurring his words, and a whole list of other troubling possibilities.
He'd also been given a lot of strong medication. He had been unable to find any way to sit or lie that wasn't painful, but after the painkillers had kicked in they'd practically knocked him out. He had been vaguely aware that he was literally drooling on the pillow before he'd fallen into a deep sleep, extra pillows positioning him to put the least pressure on his back as possible.
So, when Ashley started shaking him gently, it took him a long time to really come around and wake. Eventually he blinked a couple of times, peering at her in the half light and wondering what was going on. Maybe one of the symptoms - or maybe he'd been snoring or drooling on her again.
There was a slight delay before he realised he was meant to say something. "Uh huh?" he managed very eloquently. He cleared his throat, tried to sit up a bit and then winced a little as his back reminded him of the problem.