He sighed and decided to move. He sat up slowly, and even then, he had to grip one of his bed posts tightly to steady himself against the rush of sudden dizziness. If he managed to get through the Easter holidays without fainting, he’d count himself lucky. He sat still for a long while, just breathing carefully in and out while he waited for the world to right itself. When he was finally half-sure that he wouldn’t collapse the second he was on his feet, he pulled himself up, and delicately shuffled to the bathroom.