He smirked through the blood and rolled his eyes. "Nice. Love you too, man. " He mused. The banter kept him conscious at least. Gave him something to focus on. "I just stood there like a total moron." He frowned as he remembered the attack. "It would have killed me if not for..I don't now who that was showing up," He stated as they stopped for a minute and he was able to breathe again. "I don't remember. It's all kind of fuzzy." The head wound would explain the lack of clear memories, but it was likely they would return later.
"I remember standing over there." He pointed where the blood spray was. "Then someone appeared as it was going to kill me. It exploded. The guy made it explode without even trying." Booth tried to remember the guy face, but it just wasn't going to happen. He was a mess and wanted nothing more then to get out of that area before anything came back. If anything was left.
"Lets go." He straightened up a little more and leaned back against Eliot so he could make it the rest of the way to the truck.