He drifted in and out of awareness as the bath continued. His mind was as warm and blissful as his body. He fought against the clarity that was slowly coming to existence within him. The drug was wearing off, but he didn't want it. He could remember the way he'd felt before, and didn't want it.<br/><br/>He blinked and looked around, noticing the food around him. Food. Yes, that sounded wonderful. He found that he was clothed, and sitting on the bed, warm and comfortable. He looked over at Ann when she spoke, a delirious smile touching his features, and nodded. His head wobbled a bit, then he shook it, and found that he could think a little clearer. It was wearing off fast. He felt confused at the warring sensations within him. He still felt the bliss and warmth and pleasure of the drug, but now also felt confusion, discomfort, anxiety, and worst of all of it, pain. So much pain. It was dull yet, but he could tell that it would get worse. Much worse.<br/><br/>He realized he'd just answered a question, and struggled to remember what it was. Food. Did he really want it? The food would only help him fight off the drug. he didn't want that.<br/><br/>"No... I don't think I can eat..." he shook his head slightly, "Not yet..."