>>18 You'll know what's up in due time.... ...in due time. Short update, comin' through. _____________________________ Fleischer could hear and feel a familiar thrumming when he finally cracked his eyes open, again. The light was entirely too bright, and he let out a small groan as he closed them, again. He could hear things – people talking, and feet shuffling on the floor, and the sound of metal clanking against metal. He forced his eyes back open and made another small, unhappy sound when he felt a sharp tug on one of his fingers. "Did that hurt?" a voice – Davis? – asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Fleischer tiredly shook his head in return. It hadn't hurt, no – it had just been a little jarring. He spent a moment looking around what little of the room he could see. He didn't recognize any of it, other than Isaac's slightly wavering form leaning over him. He tried to address the older man, but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and something was keeping him from bringing his teeth together. "Don't try to talk," Isaac said, resting a hand gently on the younger man's shoulder. "You'll hurt yourself. We don't want that," he added, giving a little smile. Fleischer shook his head at that, and groaned again when he felt another quick tug. He gave a small sigh of relief, however, when he felt something warm, and soft, and damp being wrapped around his hand. The rest of his body was uncomfortably cool, though, and it wasn't a moment after he shivered that another blanket was placed over him. He tried to mumble a 'thank you', but couldn't quite manage it. Doctor Davis just smiled faintly in return. "Don't worry about it," he insisted. "They were coming in rather rapidly – it's no wonder you were in so much pain. We're just trying to make you comfortable. You'll feel a lot better when we're done. It's going to be awhile, though, so it might be best for you to go back to sleep while you wait." Yes, that would probably be a good idea. Fleischer felt tired – very tired – but, a part of him wanted to know what was going on. His eyes followed Isaac as he turned and said – said something to someone just out of view. He couldn't make out the words, though, and he couldn't really try to, either; he suddenly felt far too tired to care, and closed his eyes, again.