He winced and pulled back, his body rejecting what he knew she was doing in his interests. Sure - she probably thought that he was more useful to them alive - but she was making a genuine effort to stitch him up as opposed to coming at him with a staple gun.
"Hades," he finally said. It was true that he was concerned that Hades would do something to start something - he wasn't expecting his parents to act out against him first.
But he felt somewhat fortunate that he was here and not Hades. Or Zeus. Or his sisters. They had family. Hades had mortals to think about, Zeus had the entire pantheon to concern himself with, and his sisters - well, who knows what hell they would be starting if they were sitting here right now.