[He'd rather be standing. He'd rather be getting the hell out of here. He doesn't even really know what's wrong with him, either. He's in a bit too much pain and nausea to start putting the pieces together.]
Wh-! [He wants to say a lot of things. He wants to say that an apology doesn't make up for the abrupt shift which made his head spin again. He wants to say to be put down. He wants to tell this guy to talk more damn quietly. He doesn't really get any of those things out before curling in again and having to cover his mouth. When he does speak, it's very quiet and muffled by his hands.]
... Don't know. Stuck in the food court. [Another swallow. He can't tell if swallowing this stuff back down makes it any better or worse.] All day.
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Wh-! [He wants to say a lot of things. He wants to say that an apology doesn't make up for the abrupt shift which made his head spin again. He wants to say to be put down. He wants to tell this guy to talk more damn quietly. He doesn't really get any of those things out before curling in again and having to cover his mouth. When he does speak, it's very quiet and muffled by his hands.]
... Don't know. Stuck in the food court. [Another swallow. He can't tell if swallowing this stuff back down makes it any better or worse.] All day.