He tries to push himself to his feet, fails once, and instead turns around to sit heavily on the floor. A pause, and a mighty effort, and he inches across the floor until he's sitting next to River's cot.

"Didn't," he manages, "tell them. Anything they didn't already know."

It's the truth. The drug may break down any filter between conscious thought and vocalization, but keeping his conscious thought on the subject of River and the Academy and what was done to her ... well, he managed that without even trying for the better part of three years. Keeping it up for ... however many hours it was ...

He managed.

His hand comes up, and rests on the edge of the cot, and finds his sister's hand.