R4 hale hand size

He twitched his fingers. He rolled his neck. The lumpy mattress underneath him felt like a cot. Okay, so he was probably in a hospital then. Chuuya could understand that.

So why was he looking up at the open sky?

Something was shaking him roughly. His vision was still pretty fuzzy--he could only make out small details that flitted in and out of focus, a messy black pompadour on one side, a tooth-lined hat brim on the other--but the hand on his shoulder was big enough to wrap around his entire torso. That would be Hale.

"You've been asleep for five days," Hale said.