Another indignant snort at the suggestion that he not run his mouth. The wheeze suggested he had taken a breath of air to stubbornly and less than intelligently shoot his mouth off anyway, but the wet hack that followed it was indication enough he wasn't really in any state to be being such a pecker head.

So the answer ended up being a wet gurgle and another spit, before he propped his left arm up as requested and tried to find a position to take the pressure off of his rib cage. He looked like, eventually, he was just trying to hook a thumb under the most pressing broken rib, another unattractive gurgle heard as he forced the bone to sit a little nicer.

Hurt like fuck.

But hey at least he could get some more air.