Breathing hard, his face was twisted in pain until she gave him the shot, and he all but whimpered and nodded back that he understood what she was saying. He acquiesced to everything the nurse did, watching her only a little as she hooked up the IV and blood to him. His head was moving back and forth from the drunk feeling he had, and he could barely form a coherent thought process.
"Think so. Can't really move it," he answered. God, he'd be glad to be in his own bed and out of pain soon.