Winslow,” I whispered, leaning down until my chin almost touched his shoulder.

“Can you hear my voice right now?”

His right eye opened slowly, dark.

He blinked once.

“One blink for yes, two for no,” I said, keeping my voice under the steady whistle of the floor vent.

“Does that shot make you unable to move your arms?”

He blinked once.

“Does the stiffness start before fifteen minutes are up?”