Lying flat made the pain worse, though Hector was still fighting his damnedest to hide it. I still have my pride. I still have my pride. I should have puked again before I left the room. Ah well. He saluted to the new guy, his focus now shifting between everyone and what Leto was doing to his arm. "Is this the stuff that's gonna put me under?" Actually, he now realized that he'd never actually asked if Leto had what it took to put him out. That really should have been a priority question. Shit. "You are putting me under, yeah?"