A part of him knew Jo had to move his head. A larger part really, really wished she'd just leave it be as he felt his stomach tightened. "Table... came for Icarus. Woulda killed him. Got in the way." He curled and uncurled his hands, trying to resist the urge to smack her hands away.
"Worth it," he muttered, groaning as he swallowed thickly. "Feel sick," he added tightly.
There was a cut over a spongy lump on the right side of his head, his hair was already starting to matt over a soft patch of skull. He flinched as he fingers approached it, wincing and groaning softly.