"Of course I can sit up," I retort, sitting up abruptly just to prove that I can. My head spins, pain flaring at the base of my skull where Ryuunosuke pulled that thing out. Okay, maybe that was a little too fast.

I rub at the back of my head gingerly, eyes flickering over the stuff on the tray. I pick up the bowl of soup and raise it in his direction. "Thanks." I'm not sick, just sore, and I really don't need to be fussed over. I won't deny that it's nice, though. "I'll be back to normal by tomorrow, don't worry."