Broken Boulder i just want to be better than your head's only medicine

He stirs just slightly as the cat settles on top of his head, but he's still only barely conscious. There's a blissful lack of thought in the fog surrounding him — he simply exists, and he's forgotten any reason to be upset at all. He doesn't move until Zamael arrives, until the cat is flung from his head. He shifts, eyes cracking open.
Zam, He manages, barely more than a whisper. There are so many things he wants to tell him — that he loves him, that he feels better than he ever has, that maybe it'll all be okay. Instead he takes a deep, shuddering breath, and watches him quietly.