[Yes, help. That would be nice. He could probably sit up by himself, but the extra set of hands speeds up the process. Sanji slumps forward with a little chuckle of his own, then rubs ruefully at his temple. Ugh, he sorta feels like shit that's been left out to bake out in the sun for days. He might look a little like it, too, though at least he's working on it.]
How long was I out? [A day or two, maybe? Hopefully?]
[Action] October 1st
How long was I out? [A day or two, maybe? Hopefully?]