*His head felt like it had been hit by a truck, and there was both a weird fog and a jolting fear in his chest, but a groan escaped him and solidified it. He was awake... Mostly. What had he been dreaming about..? There was a magic show and there was rain... And alot of eyes....*
*Not important. What was probably important was how much his head and side hurt, he get hit by a bus?*
*He hear, something, like a small gasp, and he manages to turn his head a little. He squints, Jim- suddenly he's surrounded by a gentle but intense hug, if that made any sense. His arms feel like lead still, and even with it being gentle the hug still hurts- but it's home and he leans in.*
*It's CJ, it's Jim, it's ok.*