You haven't even told me what 'this' is.

[He opens up his eyes again, looking tiredly at Firo, taking a deep breath, clearing his throat, and hauling himself up. He pushes at his knees, leaning against the wall until Firo decides it's time to go.]

But you know what? I also don't care. If I can't take it just leave me lyin in the hall somewhere, I'm sick of looking at food anyway.