[He shook his head. He really didn't care if he stayed where he was. In fact, the whole cocooning himself in the blanket was seeming more and more like a good idea.
He was just thankful he didn't feel sick to his stomach.
He did eventually unwind his arm from around his legs, though, to let Lyle help him up. The reasonable part of his brain was regaining function, and he knew he couldn't stay there on the floor no matter how much the emotional side of his brain wanted to.]