He can barely remember what had happened the last time he'd had to get treated, but then to be fair, it had been far worse and consciousness was a relative thing. Being alert and aware of what's being done to you is a completely different experience, harder still when you don't have a brother or a friend there to support you. He's still not sure where to slot Red Hood in, short of an acquaintance, not that it makes the situation any less awkward.

"...managing," Donnie says carefully. It's a safe answer, more or less the truth while not betraying how much he'd like to just curl into a ball.