[The movements are stiff, and he grunts a little in pain, but Eric manages to pull himself up into a sitting position. He closes his eyes, dropping his head back on the back of the couch for a moment.

When he opens them again, he glances down at Alan... and sees.

There's a hard flinch, and a look of open revulsion. He reaches out his good hand and traces one of the vine with his finger.]

Alan...