"I reckon it'll need re-breaking," Herc murmurs, voice rough, but it's a tone of agreement all the same. He's really looking forward to that.

Still, he manages to move towards the bench, limbs stiff and uncomfortable, and he grits his teeth as he sits, tension jerking up his legs and his back and threatening to make him lock right up.

"Had a headache for as long as I can remember, feels like." A moment, actually taking stock of what he's feeling after doing his best to just not and keep going, and so he can give Anders something more helpful than everything, doc. "Shoulders feel like they're all locked up. Back's the worst, I think, maybe more than my arm."

Normally a joke about please skipping the old comments would come up here, but it doesn't this time. He's too tired for it.