[Genuinely, he looks down like he has to re-examine himself all over again. Does he need help? First aid? God, fuck if he knows. He suddenly realizes he doesn't even know what's under the bandages. The ones on his neck, the ones on his stomach, they're... a mystery. But the hospital would've been way more adamant if his guts were on the verge of spilling out or somethin', right? He sucks in a breath.]

Aaaahmmmm...

I think I'm okay. I mean, I've got pills. A messed up guy's BFF, you know?
[... He is pretty tired, actually. And everything feels kind of disconnected, like this isn't his body. Like he shouldn't be here, couldn't be here. Is he even alive?] I — totally got this all under control.