He smiled up at her. "I don't know if I'll recover," he said jokingly. "I might need to be taken care of, I don't know if I should be left alone." He laughed a bit. "Thank goodness for that, a thick skull does come in handy sometimes."
He was bleeding a bit, but not profusely. Not that you could tell in the curly red hair, but once she checked for it, she was bound to find it. "Am I dying? Do you think I'll survive?"