What do you want me to tell you do you? There's nothing to be done- I just want to sleep for a week without waking up in puddles. The doctor says they're going to try to give me something to slow it up, but in the meantime while it kicks in, my prick is like the patch of skin under a runny nose!

Ugh... [ Zexion holds his head and rubs at his eyes, trying to stretch without disturbing whatever they've got shoved up in all the wrong places.]

I thought you were calling the fish place? What do they have to say about it?