Probably the most humiliating thing about all of this is the fact that he has to spend almost two days face-down (or as he’s come to think of it ass up) in a hospital bed which leaves him feeling vulnerable and exposed and wishing he’d been shot almost any other place.
"You’re looking better than I expected," and there’s that unusual voice, John Reese the superhero sans-cape-and-tights, whisper low and biting and it jumps the shit out of Lionel before he decides that it hurts way more to move at all than to just relax and embrace whatever horrible thing is about to happen to him courtesy of suitguy.
"How is this better than anything, at all, ever?" Fusco asks, and he pushes his face into the pillow so that he doesn’t have to see Reese staring at his exposed back (though they had the courtesy to pull a blanket halfway up it and cover his bandage-wrapped backside), and measuring how much he doesn’t like what he sees.
"You’re still alive," Reese says, and there’s almost compassion in his tone - and then he touches Fusco’s shoulder to get his attention, and while he’s wearing gloves and it could theoretically be friendly, when Lionel turns his head to the side to glare hatefully he finds that Reese looks genuinely worried.