There's more than one pair of hands on him, that he eventually is aware of. He can hear the same muffled voices and unintelligible words and for a moment he wonders if he's partially lost his hearing. His mind is active again, taking input and trying to process it accordingly, but it takes a few moments longer for the fogginess to lift enough.

Another hand at his shoulder and this time he shifts, lifts his head from where the back of it has been rested on the floor. Somebody must have turned him onto his back. Bleary-eyed, his gaze finds familiar faces looking back at him, ranging from relieved to amused. And then there's Enver who looks.... different.

"Are--?" His mouth feels like it's not his own in the most immediate sense, or as though the thought-to-word relay is lagging today. The 'you alright' is missing from the end of his question, but hopefully the sentiment is understood.