There was a damp washcloth on the side of Sasuke's pillow. Clearly, Itachi had refreshed it during the night, more than once. He probably hadn't been asleep all that long.

He stirred when he heard his name, sliding off Mister Roary more than actually getting up. It took him a moment to figure out where he was and why he was on the floor. But when he did, "Hm..? Did you... need something? Are you feeling any better?"