Shawn’s head swam, and for a minute the already fuzzy picture of the man before him swayed from side to side. The motion made Shawn slightly sick to his stomach. Wait… He asked him something, didn’t he? After blinking a few times and after Doe’s image finally settled the words registered in Shawn’s hazy mind. However, he wasn’t able to make any sort of response aside from a low grumble of discontent.

Still dazed Shawn managed to sit himself up. He could swear someone bashed him over the head with a brick wall given how bad of a headache he had. Using the one good eye he had Shawn looked up at Doe. He wanted to say a thank you of some sort, but words refused to pass his somewhat swollen lip. The cut that caused his lip to swell burned and Shawn could swear it had its own pulse. Running an arm under his bloody, possibly broken nose, Shawn gave a quiet sniff and tried to summon up words.

“Uh… Yeah. I think,” he uttered quietly. This, he knew, was a lie. He felt very far from ok. “Thanks, uh, guy.”