[He's got enough energy to push Mikado's hands away, at least. It's not much and it's a weak push, but despite his childish crying he doesn't want to be feel quite that childish. His hiccups lead to a few strained coughs, and he rolls over onto his side just so he can hug a pillow and smash his face into it.

This is embarrassing, but he can't seem to turn it off.]

I hate that bastard. I wish he'd just killed me to begin with.