He winced when the lights came back on, raising his hand to shield his eyes. It took a moment for what Uhura said to register, and he sat up slowly, wincing again, actually look down at himself. He was an absolute mess, covered in blood, his clothes shredded... With a groan, he pushed himself up, stumbled a bit, and fell back against the wall with a soft curse. Damn. Damn damn damn. His hands trembling, he slowly unsheathed the knife in his sleeve, and cut the fabric around the knife in his shoulder, before slipping out of what remained of his shirt. He tied it around his waist, then leaned back against the wall again. "Might want tae..." He trailed off, gestured aimlessly. "Y'know. Medical. Make sure I get there."