When she took his hand he had the presence of mind to squeeze her fingers in return, albeit weakly. He didn't feel like he could do much more than that. What it did make him aware of was his other arm. He knew it was the one the hound had gotten a hold of. It had only been a well placed boot that had allowed him to get it free. And he knew that had been just in time, too.
When that thought caught up with him in his drug addled mind he was struck by a moment of fear he couldn't stop. What would he do if he couldn't use his arm? What else did he know except fighting? His eyes moved around the medbay again, not settling on anything. He really didn't want to be here, trying not to panic. He tried to lift his head, but barely got it off the pillow. He didn't want any more of whatever it was that was making him feel this way. "I can't...Marian..." He tried to focus on her face again, but it looked like there was two of her, and he couldn't help but smile because the thought of two Marian's was too much. "I don't want to be here."