Danny licked his lips and turned his head towards Cai, difficult because of the mask and the feeding tube which was currently inserted through his nose.

"You look like shit," he mumbled, unable to really be tactful at the moment. "What happe-" Then, it seemed, the memory of what Danny had done to himself, or at least tried to do, filtered back in to his overtaxed brain. "Oh shiiiitt," he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "'m not supposed to be here."