The amount of Kryptonite he'd been exposed to had made him feel ill. He closed his eyes as he felt the arms grab at him and he was mostly sure he wasn't going to fall. If Connor wanted him to he wouldn't have even tried to catch him. At first his entire body tensed up he struggled some but the embrace was firm and familiar. His strength drastically low and he was tired. Tired of fighting and tired of feeling empty. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. For a moment they flickered. Like a machine short circuiting at the contact. Fading between red and blue.
He chose neither of the above options fortunately for Connor's well being. He was nearly as limp in his arms as a rag doll. Unable to carry himself if he tried when the faintest shaky whisper that sounded more like himself then he had in days rolled off his lips. "I'm hungry." The physical contact of his friend acted like a life line more then a hinderance. He blinked his eyes a few times and made another sound of pain. The kryptonite combined with whatever else they'd used was painful, but not nearly as painful as being stuck with the damn rock. He supposed it was the lesser evil.
"Where am I?" His head felt as though it were lost in a never ending fog. His body like a brick. And not the good smacking evil type of brick either. He wasn't used to feeling so poorly. With all his abilities they usually took the brunt of attacks, but it felt like he'd been hit by a bus instead. One of his arms gripped at Connors for support as he tried to stand more steadily upright.
He was disoriented at best, but his body was beginning to cool down at the very least.