A cold chill went through him. His body felt cold despite the blanket on him, and he couldn't help mumbling under his breath. "Cold...cold. …"
His voice was broken and exhausted. The pain in his ribs made him break out in sweat.
A cold hand touched his head. Its voice was familiar and cold, but there was something in it that made him feel safe.
"Endure it. The pain will be over soon."
Then his consciousness fades into dream and silence, where reality doesn't concern him.
***
His eyes opened to a dark room and a smeared window above his head where he could see the moon glittering in the sky. A star is glittering next to the moon.
"How are you feeling?"
He turned his head. Killian stood next to him, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He swallowed hard. "I'm fine…A little bit thirsty."
His head ached, along with his body that felt like he was wrapped into a lake, and he was shoved so many times.
