Mike stirs faintly.
"Five more minutes, mum," he murmurs.
<That's not your mother, and you are badly hurt,> Corliss insists. Gently he tries to tap into Mike's eyes.
His eyes snap open, staring blearily left and right. Something wrong with the left one...too blurry. Corliss blinks a few time, wincing, realizing there's something stinging the eye. Blood?
"Mmrh," he manages to say. "How...bad is it?" He shuts his eyes again, hit with a wave of pain and nausea.