[He moved his head slightly to look at the Doctor at his comment. For a while... He wanted to know how long he'd been out, and what had happened, and all of that, but - questions could wait for a moment. At least until he could physically ask them.

When the glass reached his lips, he drank - first slowly, swallowing painfully, and then as his throat loosened he began to gulp it as fast as the Doctor's movement allowed. You always forgot how wonderful water felt until you were desperately thirsty.]