"It's.. It's okay." He mumbled, breathing finally as he had been holding it in so they wouldn't get turned in, he sat up on the edge of his bed again, rubbing his sore ribs. Fuck, he couldn't do this, everything felt like just a freaking hell, and maybe he was whiney and loved to feel sorry for himself, but to him it actually was starting to feel like hell. He looked down on his hands and smiled a little to her. "I guess this wasn't such a good idea, maybe that old lady had right for once, maybe I should stay in bed and not move around so much. Sorry, Lisa.." He mumbled and sat up more so he could actually rest his sore and aching back.
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