[Definitely not the worst injury he's ever suffered, but it still smarts, and he grunts painfully when he hits, the sound mixing with the clang and clatter of his stuff against the metal grate in a chorus of painful noise.
It takes him a few moments to put his jangled brain back together and pull himself up to a sitting position, but he won't be able to get any farther than that until the sting in the back of his head goes away and he can take stock of everything else that he hurt. He hisses and groans, rubbing the back of his head, and looked up. He can't gauge exactly how far he's fallen. The most coherent thought that surfaces through the haze of pain and head injury was that the guy must have gotten away.
...Or he could be peering over the roof to look at him. If he hadn't just banged his head, he might have an answer for that. For now he just squints through the stars he's seeing.]
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It takes him a few moments to put his jangled brain back together and pull himself up to a sitting position, but he won't be able to get any farther than that until the sting in the back of his head goes away and he can take stock of everything else that he hurt. He hisses and groans, rubbing the back of his head, and looked up. He can't gauge exactly how far he's fallen. The most coherent thought that surfaces through the haze of pain and head injury was that the guy must have gotten away.
...Or he could be peering over the roof to look at him. If he hadn't just banged his head, he might have an answer for that. For now he just squints through the stars he's seeing.]