It was a well known fact that Conner Kent had very little patience for slowness. Even trying to wake up his actions seemed impatient. It was his bodies way of rebelling against the nearly week long sleep spell his brain had put it through. For a while he lie still in bed, as if just breathing regularly had taken all his strength. For the first time in days he was aware that he was in the infirmary. That he had been trapped in a static condition. The beeping of rhythmic beeping of nearby machinery was like an alarm clock. His hand stretched outward slightly as if trying to knock it off the shelf and stop the intrusive noise. He couldn't move that far. His body felt like a brick of steel, but he was aware the world was moving around him. He needed to wake up. It was way past his normal wake up time.
With every ounce of strength he broke away from his bleary world and focused on Allana. A tiny tired smile crept into the corners of his lips as he reached to touch her hand. Still words were hard to come by, but she was a sight for sore eyes after so much time alone in the dark. Too much time. "Hey." He managed, his voice was rough. The first thing he said in days and it was hey. That was smooth. A real casanova move there. Internally for a split second he chided himself for such a stupid line, but he was too tired to think of another.
"Miss me?" A familiar cocky timbre to his voice as he brushed his thumb against her hand. It was hard to move, but it was something he never wanted to stop doing again. Kon wanted to sit up, but it was hard. He didn't have the energy to try. His eyes were only half open. His body only half online, but he was awake. Blue eyes read over Allana's face with a soft concern and certain conflict. He knew there was something she was supposed to be doing, but he couldn't remember what it was. Instead she was there with him but he knew it was important. He knew by laying in that infirmary bed that he was burdening her. He couldn't stay there long. He was going to have to get up as quickly as he could for the sake of the people he cared about.
Slowly he moved his hands in attempt to push himself to sit up, Instantly he regretted it. Sitting up caused him to feel a wave of dizziness and his head to gently fall back against his pillow again. A look of frustration crept into his features.