[Crichton stumbles clumsily along, guided by Scorpius back towards his own room. A quick, but painful glance, shows him that. Looks like Scorpius is getting a tour of his place after all, not that he's in any condition to argue against it now. It's all happening so fast now, or at least that's how it seems to him.]

Don'... 'ell me... to relax.... you ...son o' a BITCH!

[No, he's losing this fight. His tingling knees are starting to buckle, but at the same time his back is going stiff. A tremor's begun to shake him. It's nothing like the classic full body spasms of a Grand Mal seizure, thank god, just random twitching at the corners of his mouth and eyes, in his fingers and oddly his thighs. When Scorpius finally hauls him to the bed he flops down on it bonelessly, and lies there shivering and twitching, still desperately fighting to stay awake.]