His, head throbbed and the light in his eyes added little needles into that pain, "Awake? Good." The voice was male and crisp. The word "good" almost sounded like a command. A blurry face appeared over Drickel and he fought to focus on it without success. The face moved away and Drickel tried to follow it, but the pain made him moan and close his eyes. "Captain," the voice said. "Your formerly invisibler man is now awake. His pain should be clearing enough in the next few minutes for you to talk to him." "Thank you, Doctor. I'm on my way." Drickel noticed that the man Captain had called Doctor was right about the pain. It was fading. He moved his head back and forth. The throbbing was subsiding into a dull ache, a little less pain than just a few moments before. "If you remain still for two more minutes, I think you'll find life much more pleasant." "All right." Drickel croaked the words. His mouth was dry and full of grit. He closed his eyes and lay still as the voice had commanded him.
