"Ngh." There was a certain draw to saying yes to Souji's offer and slipping back off into unconsciousness. At the same time, though, he'd already lost too many days to this. How many, he want entirely clear on - he could remember bits and pieces of what had happened - agreeing to surgery, trying to convince someone he was coherent enough to consent and nobody had to call his brother, waking up afterwards to too many tubes stuck in him and a fog of anesthetics and painkillers - but he'd lost track of time itself.

"What day is it?"