"Uh... I think so?" Josh shook his head to clear it -- oh yeah real good move there -- and started again. "Nothing fatal, anyway. Probably need stitches for this -- " He gestured to his left temple. " -- but I think I'm okay."
And it really said something about how screwed up the past couple weeks had been that a concussion, the need for stitches, and what just felt like another black eye counted as being okay.
But he was better off than he could've been. He'd just have to cling to that. Or something. Whatever.