Ranboo hangs limply in Dirk's grasp, not quite conscious enough to even really feel anything that's being done to them right now-- which is likely for the best, given what is being done. Their tongue flexes unconsciously beneath the press of Dirk's fingers, eyelids fluttering slightly as their breathing continues to tighten and struggle-- sitting up only puts more pressure on their already failing diaphragm, each weak breath coming in mixed with a sickly wheeze, the sound wet and half-muffled around Dirk's intruding fingers.

And then those fingertips find the back of Ranboo's throat and their entire body jolts violently, throat flexing and twitching wet against Dirk's fingertips-- it seems like Ranboo, unlike Dirk, has done absolutely no work on their gag reflex, which in this case is a very good thing. His throat is sensitive despite his unconsciousness, the reflex kicking in easily, jolting Ranboo's ailing body forward to attempt to empty his stomach of its contents... which is almost entirely semi-digested pills, at this point.

He hangs there, trembling, in Dirk's grasp, his slowing breaths loud and almost painful-sounding now, the spilling of those pills apparently eating into what little energy his body has left in it severely.