Yaten blinked. What the hell? He squinted at Zim, wiping at his face. "What the hell, Zim," Yaten asked, looking around.

Well, shit. Here he was, sitting down, and he couldn't get up. ...Fuck. He tried, and-- OW OW OW.

Yaten let out a yelp as he half-stood, letting out a yelp of pain as the still-sore sprain made itself known. Painfully. He hissed, glaring around. "That hurt," he hissed under his breath, glaring. Ow.