[He waves his hand, before sitting up and trying to not sound pained when he replies.]

Oh, yeah, no, I'm good! I'm good. It'll be just a few bruises by tomorrow. [... But after a moment, he seems to reconsider whatever his plans would had been after this. His hand still sits over sharply aching ribs.] But I guess you've got a good point; It sure would suck to show up at the hospital coughing blood because I didn't try to take it easy a little...

What about you?