Sulu let Ianto help him - while he could have probably sat back on his own, he didn't want to take any chances. Raising his arm with a hiss as he stretched the bruising bite mark, he pressed the towel firmly against the side of his head. He knew that he needed to keep pressure, so that the wound wouldn't bleed so much and he wouldn't suffer anything more than a headache and a concussion.

As Ianto moved, Sulu found his eyes opening just enough to make him out - it was a good sign that everything was recognizable, if still a little blurry. He was reassured by it, and allowed himself to start formulating a plan. "I'll... Yeah, I could use some clothes, but then. We have to get out of the room," he said quietly, "Because it could come in here, and it clearly doesn't like me much." And, frankly, he didn't want to get clocked again.