Forge was trying to recover from the sudden and massive onset of direct pain by nerve induction. His everything hurt. He whimpered and tried to curl into a fetal ball until the world ended or until he did, but his now-dead-weight leg wouldn't bend to accomodate it.
So he did the best he could and hoped somewhere in the dim recesses that this wasn't the part where she beat the shit out of him.
Stupid Forge. He'd actually contemplated believing that this place would be different.