"I'm PROTECTING you!" It's loud, so loud he can hear his own voice bounce off the wall, and he wishes--oh God does he wish--that he could stand up. That he could square off so they're on an even level.

His knuckles are white. Hes aware he's bleeding again, somewhere in the lower abomen. Probably with how viciously he tried to snap up, but it just blends in with all of the other pain.