"Think so.." He wasn't looking forward to it though, he really wasn't. He knew it was only going to hurt worse the minute he put weight down. But he had to try. He tried to rub some of the blood off his face but it failed. His hands were dirty as well. It only made it worse so he gave up. " I'll haunt your ass." He tried to laugh but it hurt. He used the wall to push himself up and leaned against Eliot heavily. " Shoulda stayed home." It was hard for him to talk much less focus, so as soon as he was up much of his banter died down and he was just trying to breathe. He barely even noticed Eliot taking his gun and phone so he had less to worry about holding onto.
It felt like everything was broken, but he knew that was an exaggeration. If that were true he wouldn't be able to stand there beside his friend at all. Help or otherwise. Bits of moisture gathered on his face and skin and just clung there. The effort he had to put into a normal task was overwhelming. So much that he felt dizzy. Half way toward Eliot's truck he had to stop.
He felt sick, in ever sense of the word. Still he pushed himself to move again.