The older Silverberg hissed as he was moved, resisting by squirming a bit. "Let me-- ugh, get my feet under me," he scolded the younger, brows knitting together in concentration as he dragged one foot, and then the other, underneath him in a crouch.

Albert quickly came to the conclusion that everything hurting led to every muscle on him screaming in pain, and he shook as he was helped to his feet. He groaned, hissed, and cursed every step of the way, breathing hard as he was forced to rely on Caesar. He could feel the rising need to dry-heave as nausea twisted his stomach.

Leaning heavily against his younger brother, Albert distantly came to realize something. Eyes still shut, he mumbled, "... You're taller."