They don't want to sit up. They aren't entirely sure they even can.

When Dirk speaks to them, the press of his weight bending the mattress in a familiar way at their side, they open their bleary eyes just a crack, head turning to look at him. Their breathing is calmer now-- slow, though still pained and wet. Their head and body ache as if they've been beaten while simultaneously catching the flu.

"I can't..."

His muscles feel wrung out and wound too tight, like they might pop if he puts any amount of exertion on them. Honestly their entire body feels like its on the edge of collapse.