Good.

[ Okay, now he's getting up . Don't fucking sit on him again, okay? Maybe give him a hand instead? He can use Punisher as a crutch, maybe, if he can get there. ]

Look, you want me resting or whatever, and I don't want to stay here and wait for that worm to come back. So here's a compromise, okay? Help me dig the car out of whatever mud heap it's buried in out there, then I rest while you drive us the hell away from here.