His mind processed that something was wrong - physically, he could barely manage to get himself partially shifted up the wall the bed was against and he had to use the wall to support him, and mentally, where his mind felt frantic trying to remember how he ended up here with no concept of what it might be.

"Where-? What happened?" His throat sounded completely dry, but Cor had left water on the nightside table. Ignis had said he wanted to handle Gladio waking up, but that didn't mean he wasn't right outside, waiting to see if there would be an issue from it.