[A deep breath. It still feels hard to do that, what with the taste of blood in his mouth, but he's hopeful that his power had managed to heal that enough. He manages a small smile.]

O-oi, careful... Y'might get blood on your favorite jacket... [He cracks an eye open.] Real leather, right?

[Except he probably already has, if he could see straight. The corners of his vision aren't doing as well as they usually are. But Bunny's right—they just have to make it to the clinic, and then they'll deal with Pao-lin, once everything's okay. He reaches up to clasp on Bunny's arm, supportive, but hesitates and stares at the alarming amount of blood on the back of his hand.

Sheesh, how much blood did he have, again? He breathes out his nose, swallowing thickly. That's not good.

Freaking Bunny out is probably at it's easiest.]

I'll stay awake... S'no sweat... Just gotta get outta' here.