Improvement. Right. At least there is something already to show for all of this, even if it's just a small amount.

When the towel hits his head, he grunts in protest, but shifts into a sitting position, so he can graciously accept the water bottle. He downs it in seconds, the plastic crackling in protest as he sucks it back. "Hah--" Okay. Got some energy back. He stands and rolls his shoulders. "Be right back." As much as he'd like to take a hot, forty minute shower, that'll have to wait.

Rather, he's back in about ten with fresh clothes and a face that is no longer beat red. Also, he doesn't smell. That's a plus.