"Still can't see." He hadn't thought he was pretending like he could see. But then he also hadn't been thinking about the fact that he was still blind. He drinks the water she offers, though, trying to go slow so he doesn't cough again.

"How long have I... been out?" He lays back in bed - his body is sore and still largely unresponsive, but he can wiggle his fingers and toes, which is a relief. He's less worried about his sight and more worried about his autonomy. And more than he's worried about his ability to move, he's worried about Sharon. "How long did Salazar have you?"