"No," He groaned, trying to both obey his wife and sprawl in a mildy more comfortable fashion. Finally, he gave up on not moving at all and rolled on his back with the barest of motions. "I do believe I'm quite drunk and I'm not all that sure, but I think I'm in pain."
He blinked, coughing lightly. Blood spittled from his mouth. James rubbed a hand along his face, wiping away the blood that rushed from his nose. "I think I broke it."