"I've already had worse," I insist quietly, but despite my words, I don't have it in me to resist her hand on my shoulder, and I'm forced to let her guide me down towards the bed. The nausea subsides, though not enough to keep the room from spinning, so I close my eyes in short order, pressing my head back against the pillow that might as well be concrete.

"I'll be fine," I continue, brows furrowing, though the little voice that's still whispering in the back of my mind tells me that I won't, not anytime soon. "Just... Just give me a few more hours, and I'll be just fine. I'm not... Oh, God." I stifle a cry, biting down hard on my lower lip, and I take as deep a breath as I can manage through a broken nose. "Two days. It shouldn't... Two days. Why does it...?"