They got him to his feet. Everything began to swim again. Rackett's arm came round him.
"Did he knock me out?" Jack asked. The question came from his half-consciousness: from a feeling that the battle with Easu was not yet finished.
"No, you knocked him out. Let's get your coat on."
But as he shoved his arm into his coat he knew he was fainting again, and he almost wept, feeling his consciousness and his control going. He thought it was just his stiff, swollen, unnatural face that caused it.
"Can y' walk?" asked Tom anxiously.
"Don't walk on my face, do I?" came the words. But as they came, so did the reeling, nauseous oblivion. He fainted again, and was carried home like a sack over Tom's back.
When he came to, he was on his bed, Lennie was feverishly pulling off his shoes, and Dr. Rackett was feeling him all over. Dr. Rackett smelt of drugs. But now Rackett's face was earnest and attentive, he looked a nice man, only weak.
Jack thought at once of Gran.
"How's Gran?" he asked.
"She's picked up again. The relations put her in a wax, so she came to life again."