Discworld – Moving Pictures (Terry Pratchett)

'Can you hear me, old chap?'

The Bursar opened his eyes.

The University sanitarium wasn't very big, and was seldom used. Wizards tended to be either in rude health, or dead. The only medicine they generally required was an antacid formula and a dark room until lunch.

'Brought you something to read,' said the voice, diffidently.

The Bursar managed to focus on the spine of Adventures with Crossbow and Rod.

'Nasty knock you had there, Bursar. Been asleep all day.'

The Bursar looked blearily at the pink and orange haze, which gradually refined itself into the Archchancellor's pink and orange face.

Let's see, he thought, exactly how did I

He sat bolt upright and grabbed the Archchancellor's robe and screamed into the big pink and orange face: 'Something dreadful's going to happen!'