"Then, these staples will be just fine," She shouldn't worry about it too much. He wasn't going to worry about it. She shouldn't either.
For the record, he didn't think he had any broken ribs. It didn't really hurt to breathe or anything. And no more festering wounds for him. His bites and his gunshot wound were healing up nicely. He was just bruised and beat up all over. It was a little bit uncomfortable, sure. But he wasn't going to let it stop him. He'd sat around in MSG for a good handful of days, now, getting his 'bed rest'. He was tired of it.
Finishing up stapling the curtains to the wall, he glanced back toward Rory after a moment or two, and then dragged his attention back to the staple gun in his hand. "You honestly didn't know about the wall thing, did you?" He looked back over at her as he turned to cross back over and set the staple gun down on the table.
"Sorry," she'd saved his life when he stumbled in after nearly being eaten alive. And she hadn't been all that mean or bitchy to him at any given point. He didn't mean to snap at her. "I was pretty sure everyone had made such a big deal about it that the whole fucking world knew I was an idiot."