Seamus lost consciousness again not long after Susan's spell took effect. Some time during the initial spasms, he'd bitten his tongue, but it didn't bleed long. He would be very glad to know that only Susan had witnessed the utter failure of his body. However, he knew upon waking that she would want to investigate, make sure nothing was wrong with him. That the seizures were a one-time occurrence caused by the banshee's attack. It couldn't have been labeled anything else. His entire thought process was foggy when his eyes opened and he felt as though he'd been run over by a large transport vehicle of some kind. His muscles ached and he was slightly nauseous. He recognized Susan even though everything was entirely blurry.
"Susan, what...?"
Another moment allowed him to take a sort of mental inventory of himself - everything seemed (mostly) in order. He hadn't pissed himself, thank God, and wouldn't that have been something?
"I'm sor...sorry. Shouldn't have. Shouldn't have left you. Should've..." he trailed off, frowning and drifting a little. Apparently he hadn't regained control of his mouth.