Sora was still whining. He hadn't stopped. It was upsetting to be awoken to pain, he didn't like it.
"Move, you're squishing me," he told Riku, dislodging his hand and rolling over. "Ow...god..." he hugged it close to his chest, trying to pry his own watering eyes open to look at it.
After several minutes of staring at his bruised and battered hand, he tried to move his fingers. "FUUUUUUUUUURIKUUUUU IT HUUURTS!"