And he promptly flopped off the seat and onto the floor. Turned out trying to spring into action after being floored by a bad fever for a few days was pretty fucking stupid. The aches and pains from his little adventure in Manehatten still remained, though they were replaced in urgency by the awful cramps from lying in one position for too long. His shoulder blades, the joints in his arms, wrists, ankles, knees — everything seemed to pop and crack with each movement as he pushed himself up. He felt so stiff, but by God did he need that rest. Fever or no, he did feel marginally better. At least he was warm. He stifled a small cough.