Allelujah stared at him blearily for a moment wondering why light suddenly hurt to be around. He had suffered through pain before; he'd had his head cut open and needles and wires stuck in there, had bruises and broken bones and concussions, and still, this was horrible. As for the symptoms, he really just wanted to say 'everything' and leave it at that. But no-one else had shown any concern, not even a few painkillers, not that they'd work on him anyway.

How had humans not died out by now if they had to deal with this regularly?

"Fever," he began, muttering the words with all of the sullen dislike he could muster at the moment. It was not, even he had to admit, up to their usual standards. "Headache, everywhere ache. My eyeballs ache and I think the brain surgery hurt less. I can't eat because thinking about food makes me feel worse."