"I told you, the tub flattened your butt," Edwin joked, using his words to cover up a groan as he forced himself to sit up. Sitting wasn't so hard, but moving still hurt like a bitch. He moved over some more, giving Oliver whatever room he needed to stand, while keeping his good arm near him so he could at least act like he might be able to catch the man if he slipped. "Go slow. Be careful."