As he turned onto his knees and attempted to stand, the t-shirt left his tummy uncovered. Brian was beyond this small shame though. He had experienced so much worse now that being half clothed no longer fazed him. In fact it no longer even bothered him that his legs were totally exposed or that he was barefoot. All that mattered was he prove to himself that he was at least still able to stand on his own two legs like a man. He just wanted that one small dignity to be left.
It took all his strength to force his knees to lock into place, his legs straightened. They felt weak alright, but more than that he felt like he was standing on a rolling, pitching ship’s deck. His toes flexed and his knees wobbled as he tried to keep his balance. He was forced to hold onto the couch for support.