[Kratos glares, and yes, he looks pitiful, with his damp slept-on hair sticking up despite the ruffled braid. Especially now the beard is gone, unnoticed by Kratos himself. It makes him look younger, and doesn't hide the unhappy lines of his mouth and the ashen tone of his skin.]

I woke up.

[His voice is raspy and catches in his throat, and he coughs again, pulling on the handcuff.]

Get this damn thing off me.

[If he's going to be sick, he's going to find some semi-comfortable position to be miserable in which doesn't involve having his wrist cuffed to the bed.]