Somewhere in between the lack of covers, painful sounding coughing and the clock hitting the floor, even Chas awoke, noticing the cold at first and he intuitively curled up further, grumbling into the pillow. Somebody ought to take care of the heating, certainly. And only a moment after that thought, Chas’ brain actually caught up to where he was and what was - roughly - going on. Considering that, even he realized that whatever was just happening should be alarming – if he weren’t almost half asleep still, which would really help.
Tiredly forcing his eyes open, he momentarily squeezed them shut again to somewhat clear his vision when he opened them again, then, somewhat clumsily and not necessarily a hundred per cent back on track already, the boy sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and turned to look at the exorcist sitting on the bed. “John? You okay?” He managed, mumbling, but most definitely sounding worried again.