Cordelia cries out when he unintentionally presses on some of her cuts, and holds on to his arms in an attempt to make him loosen his hold on her. She sucks in her breath and closes her eyes. "No," she says quickly, swallowing the urge to throw up. It will pass, it will pass, it will pass...

Then she rethinks her answer, as her knees threatened to buckle from under her. "I think I just need to... sit down." Or lie down, but damn if she's going to admit that Wes is right, that she needs to rest.