He bit his lower lip. Very hard. Hard enough to draw blood. And a pained groan came from him, his eyes half closed. "Holy.. fücking.. shit.. I'd rather.. get stabbed.. several times.. with a rusty spoon.. CAN YA HURRY UP AND PLACE ME ON THE OTHER BED ALREADY." He wheezed through his teeth. He then muttered something in Russian. Probably several curses.