[For a few seconds, Rex concentrates on just breathing. Somehow, feeling like he's just been hit by a semi-truck is all too familiar.]

[Eyes opening, he shakes his head and holds up one hand.]

Just...need a hand up. Maybe walk me over... [He forces what he hopes comes across as a smirk.] I already had to drink your blood, man. I don't think my ego can take it if you carry me.

[Rex will be shaky when he does stand, but with some help, he won't fall over between where he's gone down and the couch.]