[he shakes his head, then, gasping, immediately regrets it. The cracks in his head were deepened when Venom picked him up, and a thin trickle of blood is flowing down his face. That's nothing compared to his arm and side, though; blood is smeared on the floor, the wall, and the bedspread where he slumped against it the first time, and now there's blood all over PM's side, too]
No—no, I do not. I was so afraid we'd both be slain, PM; do not go after him. You are hurt.
[he reaches up with his good hand to try to wipe some blood from her face]