Danny stared at his friends, still at a loss of what to say. Eventually he glanced at Rachel and shook his head. "No," he said softly. "No you don't. Not like this." He didn't know what it was like to wake up in hospital after attempted murder though, to be fair. "I don't feel..." what didn't he feel? Anything. Or he felt everything.

"Sorry, I... I hate this. I'm so..." He closed his eyes and willed himself not to cry. "I'm not so good."