[ Huh. That voice seems familiar. That plus the promise of food interests him enough to turn over and see who it is. Oh hey, he remembers her. His eyes dart to her hand holding a sandwich. He opens his mouth to ask what kind it is but stops, laying there with his mouth half open for a few seconds. There's really no point in asking. He'll eat it anyway. So he sits up slowly to avoid aggravating his pain.
my hero!!
He's staring at Maya's hand.
Sandwich please. ]