Yes. Awake. He feels beat to all hell; Lord knows what he must look like. He can’t open his left eye or even really move his head without everything feeling like one big throb. Breathing is a struggle, he can hear something rattling around in his lungs when he tries to inhale, and he can’t fill his lungs. His body is so overwhelmingly sore that he’s hesitant to even move, let alone try to twist to look at Raju, but thankfully his friend’s already working to meet him half way.

Raju looks horrible, exhausted and worn out completely. How long has he been asleep?

He makes a soft noise at the back of his throat and attempts to bring his hand up to his face, gingerly prodding at his brow. Something’s broken there. Something’s broken in his chest. This might be bad.

“Raju,” he murmurs, dropping his hand to touch briefly along his jawline. He gives a little stunted sigh. “Hickey murdered someone. He carved him up and ate him - and I suspect fed pieces of this man to others.”