Went to visit him during visiting hours... oh God. I suppose in retrospect that he's sedated (otherwise he'd have chewed up his IV tubes, trust me) but he looked hellish, so very much worse than when I brought him in. He was aware enough to know me and purred continually while I rubbed his head; I was fortunately only overcome once, given that he had the penthouse cage and his downstairs neighbor's people were comforting their critter too (and it was a bit challenging not to, y'know, cry on them).
In the computer chair where I'm sitting right now.
In the interest of fairness, his brother (with the laundry).