Rawdon didn't have any opportunity to respond before he was knocked out. It was sort of like dreaming, maybe more like the cliched idea of his life flashing before his eyes - but what took hours in reality felt like the work of minutes to the sleeping mortal. Like he'd had a quick and then been woken with a start.
Welcome back.
"You... you did it." It was a statement, and not a question. The pain was gone completely, and the heart monitor was beeping away at a much healthier rate. If he'd cared to look, he would have seen his oxygen levels back up to 100. He could look down at his hands and arms and see them peachy-pink and not a sickly yellow any longer. He couldn't taste blood anymore. The list went on and on - at least for his physical symptoms. His mind felt fuzzy and a bit muddled up, but he supposed that was to be expected. He'd just been pulled back from the brink of death, after all. "I don't know how to thank you."