Fussing, yes. Anders can't stop touching him, certainly not for long enough to go anywhere and get anything, but he can start unhooking Hawke from the fluid bags (Texas catheter, thankfully, so there doesn't have to be a lot of dwelling on that, though drawing out the needle in the back of Hawke's hand is more unpleasant.) He murmurs what he's going to do as he's doing it, because up until now all his doctoring of Hawke had been on an unresponsive, unconscious body.

After that he should give him a check up, ears and eyes and temperature and blood pressure cuff and muscle stretches, but he's so worn down that he does just climb into the bed, tuck himself in alongside Hawke, which is much easier now that he's awake. Places a hand over his heart. Pushes his face into his loose shirt at the shoulder and leaks there a little, trembling. Any explanation might have to be a little postponed.