Meanwhile, Tony woke up with a slight feeling euphoria, light headedness. Everything in the room spun. He hurt so bad that pools of tears filled his eyes. Gagging slightly, Tony sowly rolled over onto his opposite side, attempting to avoid the pain. "Doc, you in there?" He asked weakly, too tired to even think about moving anymore. When would this misery, end?
Jacquot had been sitting nearby reading a newspaper, the only way that he was able to get Ralph to get any rest was on the condition that he, Jacqout, would stand vigil over Tony's bedside. He heard the boy move and then a soft, "Doc, you in there?" The pleasant man set down his paper and went to Tony's bedside.
"I am right here, mon petit."
