I must be alive; I can't see the afterlife being so cruel as to leave me in this state. Then again, considering how my day's been so far... He tried getting his legs beneath him, but they would have nothing to do with it - just the movement made him light-headed and almost physically sick. Getting out of bed being currently impossible, he had to console himself with the only action he seemed currently capable of: another whiny moan. Hearing Macintosh finally awaken, Zecora trotted over to his side. He laboriously turned his head, which currently felt like a cinderblock being struck with a mallet, to look at her. She smiled, her eyes glittering.