"Sleeping pills." Pain is okay. Reeling isn't, and while sleep isn't exactly control, knocking himself out will work just as well. He just needs to calm down before he can do anything stupid. That's all.

Massaging his temples with one hand and holding his bruised rib with the other, he pushes toward the edge of the bed. "Would help." Legs dangling onto the floor, he clears his throat. It'd be better to get away from Jade and wait for the pills a safe distance away. Maybe use that short time alone to sneak the suppressants down his throat, just to be safe. Heavy as his limbs feel, he can't make himself get up.