Dal hears him when he speaks, the English just running over him like water. But the sound of Korean? That gets Dal to blink, to turn his face to look at the person speaking to him. For the first time in the last few hours, something finally feels familiar, like it isn't completely alien and detached from him.

But other than that, Dal doesn't move. He sits on the edge of the hospital bed, hands folded in his lap, legs crossed at the ankle. Generally trying to make himself as compact as possible. If not for the bruising around his throat and a few additional on his arm from flailing in the bathtub, there'd be no indication of why he's in the hospital.

He swallows hard, wincing at such a simple thing (god, but his throat hurts!). Then, in a small voice, in Korean, "Can I go now?"