Menachem immediately laid back and did as the other asked. He winced as he was covered in some light bruising and scrapes. He placed his foot on the pillow and sighed starting to relax a little. "I can't .. thank you enough. I am parched." He laughed weakly and sat up to try to put his shirt back on so he'd be decent. If he sweat too much again, the doctor could get a towel or something. "It's been hell, please... give me some good news. Right at this moment, you look like an angel." Menachem laughed weakly. Almost everyone he knew could be considered an angel at the moment if they offered him clean water.