"Cavalry," he managed, his breath rattling wetly as the fluid slowly drained from his lungs, managing to grin a little up at Uryuu. "Thanks." He set the gun down again gently and just rested against Jou, panting raspily as he felt his insides healing up slower and slower, taxing even his body to its limits, and he breathed a damp, shuddering sigh of relief when the skin on his chest finally started to knit together sluggishly. If his body was doing that, then the important stuff was finished with. He looked up at Jou, still light-headed with blood loss.
"M'fine," he said faintly, reaching up to touch Jou's hand, cupping it to his cheek and smiling a little. His eyes widened a bit as he remembered Jou's broken wrist. "Ah, you're hurt." He wasn't quite dumb enough to try to sit up when the muscle of his stomach was gluing itself back together, but he turned to look at Uryuu, his breathing still labored. "Broken wrist," he rasped, speaking still a fight through his mess of a set of lungs. "Splint?"