Ewan inhaled sharply, pain coursing through the nerve endings around his back as he tried to towel that area of his body.
Damn! He mused, gritting his teeth when the offending towel brushed against a burning spot. He gave up the drying process, choosing instead to let the old looking fan in the room do the rest of the work.
'I'll just have to stand in front of it,' He decided, ignoring the dull pounding pain in his head.
He wound the towel around his waist, made a stable knot, and walked out of the bathroom.
Hopefully, by now, the agents would have brought in the medical kit; if not, he saw no way he would be sleeping with his back burning like this, with his head pounding as if a carpenter were furnishing wood inside his skull.
