A minute or so later, a bit longer than the last time he'd been out but only just, Ianto started to come around again, taking in a deep breath and making a low noise as he regained both consciousness and sensation. He noticed that he wasn't on the floor anymore, that he was lying down and wherever he was, he was comfortable and warmer than he had been before. And there was something warm against his cheek as well. After a moment of adjusting, just lying there breathing, the rushing sound in his ears slowly fading away, he opened his eyes and looked around, looked up at Sulu sitting on the edge of the mattress bedside him, the pressure on his cheek now recognizable as Sulu's hand.

Ianto's blue eyes saddened as he stared up at the other man, apologetically. "I'm sorry," he said, quietly. Yes, he knew he was supposed to be optimistic, but. He couldn't help but feel the need to apologize. That he was this bad, that he'd let things get this bad before he told the other man, that he was even in a situation such as this--for a lot of reasons, really. "How did...?" he asked trailing off, although it was obvious that he was wondering how he made it to the bed, when he only vaguely remembered coming in the door.