[Cut? Oh, right, the cut. His head, he thought. He thought he felt blood on his head. Or was it water? It hadn't rained, he hadn't showered. So maybe that was it. It was hard to tell, to get out.
He gulped and shakily reached his hand back to touch his hair, the back of it glistening in the light, which could have been misinterpreted for being sweat soaked given the arduous walk.]
Blast... knocked me back against... wall... bricks...