If Gabriel was conscious, he'd appreciate the self-restraint involved in not drawing on him with a sharpie pen.

He finally regains consciousness a couple of hours later, feeling slightly better. He's pretty sure he's still useless, but he should be able to handle actual sentences. He thinks. Time to put that to the test.

"The floor's a terr'ble bed," he says slowly and with effort, opening his eyes again. Yes, he's noticed the pillow and blankets.