He raises his head a little, gives Charlie a weak smile, like he's trying to say it's okay, but it's really not. He may be stitched up now, and not bleeding all over the place, but he doesn't feel right. His head is still fuzzy, and he can't quite form coherent sentences, not even in his mind, but he tries. Somehow, Yiddish seems a hell of a lot easier than English at the moment. He's not sure why, and he won't think about it too much.

"I wasn't... doing anything stupid," he manages, shaking his head a tiny bit, although every movement sends a stab of pain through his collarbone. It's a good thing Charlie can't see the fact that his bone had been visible through the cut -- that probably would have made things even more stupid.

"I'll be fine."