Ronan's eyes fluttered before he finally opened them. He stared up first at the med bay ceiling: sterile and cold, unlike the hands on his arm. His brow furrowed before he looked down to see Adam pressed against him.

He moved his fingers so it wasn't that much of a shock when he spoke. "Hey." His voice was crackly and his throat sore when he spoke. They hadn't exactly been gentle with the breathing tube. "Guess I'm not dead."