"I'm a hot mess," he agrees, feeling guilty that she'd woken up to this. He'd been perfectly ready to handle this on his own but now that she's involved, he selfishly doesn't want her to leave him alone.

He nods asbsently, trying his best to must up a grateful smile as he takes the towel and holds it to his nose. "Yeah, they only did it because they knew about the seizure. But it just confirmed a concussion." He wishes he'd been able to see the scan himself, especially since Owen had been so vehemently pissy about the incompetency of the local doctors. "Even if they had found something, I'm not sure anyone would know what to do about it. Drifting's not exactly a common thing here."

That fact is a little worrisome, that if something really was wrong with him, a solution might be lost here. Not that he couldn't totally come up with something on his own, given the time and resources, but as far as things go right now, he's at the mercy of what's available to him. Still, he reaches out for her hand and squeezes reassuringly. "Don't worry, everything's fine. I can deal with a few nosebleeds." He's less confident that he'll be able to deal with getting hit with more memories, but he keeps that to himself.