[Nick brings a hand to his head. He knows this guy is referring to his head, and he knows that the cut is healed, though it is still sore. And, despite his constant checking, he was convinced it was still bleeding.]
Shit... How the hell did I get here? [He growled to himself, casting a sideways glance at the stranger, looking rather confused by this half-naked, though well-toned youth. After a long pause, he finally mumbled.] Nice legs...