He made a sound of gratitude at the bottle. On the one hand, it would dull his perception. On the other, it was pretty compromised with the distraction of pain, so kinda fair exchange.

"Back and leg are hanging in there," he said. Her binding of his back and his own of his leg were both holding up pretty well. "Head still being a nuisance." If only they could wrap a bandage around his skull and have that treat the swirling double vision. Maddeningly, still, the main treatment for concussion was physical and cognitive rest.

"How about you? No trouble on my account?"