Cal looked up at shiver, but his head had been hit pretty hard. He blinked at her and winced, his hand going to his side. [color=orange]"think I have a concussion....bruised ribs"[/color] he went to stand and as soon as weight went on his ankle he winced and yelped before sitting back down. [color=orange]"Broken ankle....torn tendon"[/color] he lightly pressed the button for his helmet to recede and that exposed a bit of a bump on his head. 

He looked up at shiver again with glazed eyes. [color=orange]"I don't feel very alright....don't think I even want to know how bruised I am under this thing"[/color] he winced and slowly laid back down. He was okay, but he was definitly worse for wear. In his current state he didn't even notice anyone else in the room.

[@Wick][@FunnyGuy]