He can't help but laugh a bit at the absurdity of the situation. He can't remember the last time he was cared for like this. No, he will get up himself. Walk himself.

He can manage that much.

"Help me up." He demands gruffly, starting to pull himself up. He thinks, a beat, his clinic is too public- "Dankovsky's farm, accompany me, please, but give me a bit of dignity."