Miguel looked round at the sound of Dr. Cuddy's footsteps, his hands moving away from the bandages as she got closer. "My hand," he replied, clearing his throat as he held a hand up to take the water from her. "Please," he added after a beat.
He held the glass when it was set in his hand, and drank a couple of mouthfuls straight away, before taking another one and just holding it in his mouth for a moment to let everything get properly soaked, before swallowing that as well. "Thank you," he said after that, his voice no longer as rough or croaky. "And, uhm. My eyes don't hurt at the moment. I'm just wondering how much they've healed."
The last time he'd checked, he could make out darker and lighter areas, and that was however-long-ago that was. They had to be better now, right? Color? Details? Wouldn't that be something?