The sun was flooding in at his window, and the weight on his chest was the gentle pressure of Cardigan's stethoscope.
In spite of the physical stress of the phantoms which his mind has conceived, Kent awakened so quietly that Cardigan was not conscious of the fact until he raised his head.

There was something in his face which he tried to conceal, but Kent caught it before it was gone.

There were dark hollows under his eyes.

He was a bit haggard, as though he had spent a sleepless night.

Kent pulled himself up, squinting at the sun and grinning apologetically.