He feels like an overstuffed sausage as he's being wrapped up, but once the bandages are in place over his more vulnerable, squishy areas the relief is instantaneous. It gives him back a rib cage - or at least gives the illusion of protection - and he already knows it'll be easier to keep himself upright.

Crozier tries to take a few deep breaths. Still difficult, but he's not worried about accidentally making things worse through something like breathing.

"How long..." He inhales, exhales. "Until my lung heals?"