That was evident.

It did not jibe with Gavin's slight experience with trained nurses.

Wherefore, it puzzled him.
But, perplexity seemed to hurt his brain as much as did the effort to piece together the shattered fragments of memory.
So he forbore to follow that train of thought.

And, again, he strove to banish mentality and to sink back into the merciful senselessness from which youth and an iron-and-whalebone constitution were fighting to rouse him.
But, do what he would to prevent it, consciousness was creeping more and more in upon him.

For, now, he could not only follow the motions of the wondrously gentle hand on his forehead, but he could tell that his head was not on the ground.