[Well, at least he's not trying to fight that guidance? Again, not that he probably could if he wanted to, but anyway, it's easy enough to just let Steve lean him back because that definitely seems better than actually collapsing on the floor, or on him.
Even if lying down still really smarts in its own way. It'll take a couple seconds for him to get his bearings again.]
Maybe I was using that, [He slurs in protest when Steve steals his jacket from him before he tries to shift onto his uninjured side to get a little more comfortable on your weird marshmallowy bed. The foggy, sort of muted pain when he's just sitting around trying to breathe is starting to get sharper, which he's pretty sure shouldn't be happening for a couple more hours at least, and his face screws up again as he scoots around a little more, trying to reposition his left arm so it's not lying on his ribs.]
These painkillers friggin' suck. [They're wearing off too quickly, and he's not with it enough right now to know that what means. Just another check in a box he really doesn't want to think about right now, or ever.]
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Even if lying down still really smarts in its own way. It'll take a couple seconds for him to get his bearings again.]
Maybe I was using that, [He slurs in protest when Steve steals his jacket from him before he tries to shift onto his uninjured side to get a little more comfortable on your weird marshmallowy bed. The foggy, sort of muted pain when he's just sitting around trying to breathe is starting to get sharper, which he's pretty sure shouldn't be happening for a couple more hours at least, and his face screws up again as he scoots around a little more, trying to reposition his left arm so it's not lying on his ribs.]
These painkillers friggin' suck. [They're wearing off too quickly, and he's not with it enough right now to know that what means. Just another check in a box he really doesn't want to think about right now, or ever.]