"So you cut out my fucking eye?! What the hell is going through your head?!" The note he ended on was more of a growl. He stepped forward and reached down to grab her. Though the fuzziness and the skewed depth perception caused him to miss on the first try, he did manage to grab her wrists on the second and hastily pulled her back up. He didn't care what she was holding. There wasn't much he could do with an eye that had been cut out of his head. He may not have had an extensive education, but he wasn't dumb enough to think he could just pop it back in.
One hand immediately went for her throat, not really thinking about what he was doing so much as he was just acting on the mix of emotions that had been thrown at him. "It was my eye!!" That was all he could think to yell. What didn't make sense to him was the fact that she thought it was a good idea to pair maiming him with a confession. He had known her to seemingly enjoy that sort of physical injury, so maybe it made more sense than he was willing to understand. He just hadn't thought she would come out and do something like she had. His grip on her neck only loosened when he was distracted by the blood dripping down his face. "Fuck!" He had seen enough people bleed to death or die of infection in his lifetime to know that he needed to make it stop, especially when it was coming from his head. He had to remain calm and focused.
Unfortunately, that wasn't an easy task for him in the first place. With the lingering buzz and the pain, it was certainly impossible. The dark didn't really help either. He hurried over to his cabinets, throwing open doors and drawers to look for a suitable cloth to cover the socket with.