Before he realises it, no matter how much he tries to hold onto his worries, he's out — lulled by the sedative, eyes fluttering closed.

Time passes — he doesn't have a full concept of how much — and then there's a hand at his cheek and his friend's gentle voice. Konstantin's eyes slowly open, dark and tired, confused in his hazy state to begin with. Tanya? he almost asks, like he once had, but he knows better this time.

"Is everything okay...? Are you okay?" His voice is drowsy, but concerned despite that.