When Clint finally came too, he was dizzy and he seemed very pale. He coughed and groaned looking around "Tasha...," He said weakly. He was shivering a bit. He seemed very weak and tired. The man didn't stay awake long, he had a fever.

"Tash..," He muttered in his sleep. Who ever had attacked him had really got him quite good. He seemed to be just barely able to stay awake at the moment due to the weakness and all the medicines he was on.

When he awoke again, he looked around. He seemed a bit more awake this time. "Natasha.? Where Am I?" He wasn't sure what happened or how he had been found. The assassin lay on the bed and groaned weakly.
He could tell he had been injured quite badly.