Sulu's mind went blank for a moment or two as Ianto talked, just... idling, really. He didn't open his eyes when Ianto shouted, and he didn't open them when he asked to know what was wrong. He was tired. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to sleep, not for a while, not with a head injury like the one he had, but he could pretend for a minute, couldn't he?

He groaned again. "No, I... didn't. Don't think so, at least." He grimaced. "Think my shoulder's dislocated. My head's killing me." He squinted at Ianto, "I feel like I got thrown through a door." He didn't think Ianto knew what that felt like, but it bore emphasizing. "The adrenaline wore off somewhere around the time I broke through the wood," he added, "So now I'm. Tired."