"I want to sleep more." Clint whispered. He felt miserable and knew he didn't feel it when he was sleeping. He was cuddled up with her. He knew that he wasn't going to want to leave her side for awhile. He knew sleepiness was likely part of the concussion.

"I know I wasn't in my right mind, it just I still did it, " He didn't want to let Loki win by trying to hurt him. His body kept trembling. The agent knew he wasn't himself. He had to try and be strong. He knew Loki would just be glad to see him suffering.
Sitting up, Clint thinks he might throw up and grabbed a contanior that was near by. He coughed and threw up. He then held his head. He was feeling miserable from the pain. He wondered when that pain would go away.
He sat shaking and waiting to see what would happen.

"Ughh my head," The agent moaned. Clint was glad to be in the right frame of mind. Even if his head was hurting him badly. He seemed pale and dizzy. He flopped back into the bed. He curled up. "Ok maybe you might be right Tasha."