With something like the same jolt that had gone through him to take him down, Simms very suddenly twitched, kicking his feet a little as he came back around. He moaned before he even tried to open his eyes and take in what had happened, but thing were coming to his attention steadily now. His whole body felt tense. And wet. He was in a puddle. Everything smelled a little bit like rubber bands, or maybe burnt hair. It reminded him of the year that he discovered that the wiring in the Christmas lights had gone bad, but the reason why didn't come to him right away. He just knew that when he rolled into a sitting position, Chase was standing over him on the other side of the bars.
After a moment of just sitting there, he remembered that the bars were to Chase's cell, not his own. He gave his head a good shake to try to clear out the fog left from... From what Chase had done. He wasn't entirely sure what he had done, or how, but he didn't need to do more than look at the guy to know that he was on the floor because of him.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," he growled as he stumbled to his feet, already starting to charge into the cell in anger. But then he stopped, gritting his teeth as he looked Chase over.
Then he turned and left the hallway, leaving the cell block door open behind him, as a promise that he would be coming back.