His head was swimming, the residual dull throbs of the headache pounding and making him want to flinch. It felt for a moment like he was floating on his back in a place between reality and non-reality. It was peaceful, but the kind of peace that came from exhaustion, body aching and mocking any idea he had of a true peace.
A voice got through to him and pierced the silence, it lit up the darkness in his mind and he realized all of the sudden that he was alive. He was alive and he knew where they needed to go and he needed to get up now. He needed to get up.
Cora's hands were on his face and she was shouting something at him...he focused his eyes to look at her...unaware of the gross departure of the insect... and took a deep breath, swallowing hard. It didn't sink in on him that he'd relived those nightmares and that Cora might have heard something, he was far too caught up in the feeling of just having woken up. A tired half-assed smile greeted her for all her worry and his hand came up to hold her arm, petting at it with his thumb.
"I know where to go."
That was all that really mattered. Fuck his feelings and his past and the way he had to close one of his eyes to stave off the dull ache there. Nothing about him mattered right now, they needed to go save Derek.