Squall began to stir from his sleep with a pained groan. He instantly drew his arms close, wrapping them around his torso clutching his ribs. His eyes started to flicker open at the sound of voices. The soreness of his throat felt like he'd tried to consume a garden fence - not that he actually knew what was like, but he assumed it was a similar kind of pain. His face throbbed from his busted lip.

He finally opened his eyes completely. Stormy grey optics blinking a few times before focusing on Seifer and Zell. He blushed a little, forcing himself to sit up quickly, drawing another pained sound from him. "I... You... I'm sorry. You want your bed. You should have woken me." He croaked, throat feeling dry. "I... don't think I bled on it... it should be fine for you two to...yeah..."

He tried to stand then, fully intent on somehow climbing to the top bunk to give the blondes some privacy.