"Ugh...," He groaned and walked slowly out of the building where he had been attacked. He was holding his side and fighting to keep himself awake. "I'm sorry Tasha." He wasn't sure how he was going to get home.
Clint had been gone for a few days on a mission after arguing with Natasha about something. He had been fighting all day against somebody. After awhile he just collapsed badly injured.
The archer was very pale and was losing a lot of blood.

Clint didn't return, and was deeply concious, his ribs were broken and he was struggling to breath. He had been slammed into a wall rather hard, there was blood on his forehead and he had a deep cut in his side.
He gasped weakly in his sleep.