Lion Head Mesa you're like a parasite, but you keep me alive

He looked nearly as bad as she did, having not slept, and that itself was quite a feat given her condition. Nazli opened her mouth to say something - even trembled as if she might get up, but didn't have the energy, and didn't have the voice. She croaked a soft sound and it felt as if she'd swallowed a sand dune.
Meekly she settled again, and pitifully rested her chin as close as she could reach.