It is time for a consult.

Nausea flooded Arthur's senses as he regained consciousness.

Struggling to open his eyes that had almost glued themselves shut, he was quickly blinded by the faint lights above him.

'God, this feels like a bad hangover.' He thought to himself as he fought to keep his eyes open.

"I'm in the medical bay..." He muttered weakly, his mouth completely dry and lips cracking.

He let out a dry cough and attempted to sit up but failed to muster any strength in his arms.

A wave of lethargy threatened to overtake him, and he found himself fighting to keep his eyes open. The room around him began to blur as his senses dulled once more.

'I figured it'd be bad, but this...' He thought to himself, 'This really sucks.'

"Are your symptoms usually this bad?" A familiar voice pierced through, surprising Arthur.