Lou looks rough. While he's gotten his physical injuries patched up (it's just a sprained ankle and a broken wrist! it's fiiiiiine!), the embarrassment and anxiety over his very public humiliation is still fresh and it stings.

Rhodes coming over to gloat just feels like rubbing salt in the wound.

"I'm fine. Congrats on your great success, or whatever," he says bitterly, clutching his sore, definitely-not-fine-yet arm to his chest.