He looks over at her from his folded arms. His voice is a little muffled when he first replies. "You can't really believe something that bad happened to me. You know I'm not careless enough to...be injured so badly that I need to recover for weeks."

Maybe his voice sounds a little pleading, too. He doesn't feel different. His body isn't worn out, he's not...feeling any differently. And neither is anyone else. Rita is the one who's turned disgustingly macabre.