Resting quite comfortably, actually. Or as comfortably as he could get with the injuries he has. Until, of course, Arthur's voice comes blasting through the air and he jumps. Oh hell, that's not good for the broken bones. Or the concussion. Ow, ow, ow.

He at least manages to not look horrified when Arthur comes in. Who had decided this was a good idea? That person needs to be immediately fired. It's a matter of patient welfare.

"I have a concussion, you know." A hint to please for the love of god turn down the volume. Maybe he can also blame the concussion for his hope that Arthur will catch on to what he means and act accordingly. Because really. This is Arthur.