After a few minutes, he was back in the room and surprised to actually see Clint still there. Wait... Wait, was he sleeping? "Clint?" Jamie put a hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly just to make sure he wasn't out from the concussion. The potion could still fix him right up but it'd be a bit harder to administer. "C'mon. Sit back up. I can't fix you if you're on your side."
Because he did not even want to think about having a conversation about what he said. That was an accident. Although, he would absolutely talk about Robin Hood. That was a good topic of discussion. "I will poke you in the head wound if you don't get up." And wouldn't that just be an arseload of pain?