"Welcome back to the land of the living," he said with a faint smile. "Or the closest approximation to it." He brushed his fingers over her hair, pushing it away from her face. "Are you feeling better?" he asked her, in his most doctorish voice. "You've been unconscious for quite some time."
Close to a day, he reasoned. He was unaware of the passing of time, their cells being what they were.