"Ahh!" His vision goes white with pain for a moment as the taller man bangs into him. He knows the other man doesn't mean anything by it. Shit, it wouldn't have even hurt if he hadn't been stabbed. As it was he swayed in place and had to put his hand on the counter for support, the other hand instinctively cupping over his wound.
He tries to bite it back. He really doesn't need anyone seeing the wound, not with the way he heals. There's no way anyone can mistake his wounds for anything normal. "Yeah, fine," he hisses out between grit teeth before letting loose a string of swear words in Mandarin.