Aaron had been in and out of it for the last forty minutes or so. Long enough to know where he was and that he felt like complete shit. He was still feeling the effects of the alcohol, and the collapse, and the practical removal of his stomach.

He was sobering up quickly, though. He didn't know the nurses had called Jake, but the next time that he shifted in his hospital bed and came to, he noticed someone was in the room. His eyes blinked open a bit, still sore and sensitive to the light.

"Felicity?" he croaked.