His mouth presses to a line and he says nothing about it hurting. He's not that afraid of the pain of it at this point, but it's a good excuse for the fear he does have.

He breathes in, then out. "Okay." Okay... Here he goes.

"Well I... may... have broken... my leg." He bends and pulls up his pant leg up to his knee. "The tibia is snapped." He points along it, though it's not the easiest to tell without an x-ray. "I kind of sorted it out, but the fibula, it's... loose? Like, it keeps popping out on me-- not through the skin, obviously, but it's not connecting the way it should and I can't make it go back and stay back." He huffs in frustration, like one talking about a bad door hinge that won't stop squeaking.

He rises up a little and hops to re-steady himself from that. He pushes back a sleeve. "My ulna, here, that's cracked too, but honestly that's not too bad, I just want to be sure since I--" let a zombie chomp down on it. "Got into a scrape with it recently. Other than that... I've got a split rib here." He feels that out through his clothing, that rib settled just at the front. "And, one back here, the lowest one. I'm not sure it's still in place right." He knows it's not. He lost that rib a long time ago and it's not coming back. But normal people don't just lose ribs like that.

"Also, some teeth but you're not a dentist." He laughs nervously. "Really, it's just the fibula I'm worried about. You know. It can be hard to walk with. I'd be okay with a cane, if I need it." He probably needs it.

He thinks nothing of the fact that most people wouldn't know the exact break locations, let alone the names of their bones.