He wanted to get up, to shove him away and get himself away from the other but that wasn't exactly working. Apparently, his roommate was stronger than him. He made a painted sound, squeezing his eyes shut and was so thankful when it stopped.
Opening his eyes again, he brought a hand to his neck at the spot and winced. He even glanced at the hand and noticed his blood. Thankfully, he wasn't woozy and the sight of it did not make him feel any sort of way. But he sat up, nervously eyeing the other man and scooting back in bed. "What's wrong with me? What do you mean 'what's wrong with'... You attacked me! When I was asleep!"