Ezekiel groans again, his hand coming up to swat at the arm shaking him.

"Don't wanna go with them, mum..." he mutters, still dazed and slipping in and out of it. There's a faint trail of blood where he hit the back of his head but it doesn't look like a bad injury; just unlucky.

He comes to, a little, his eyes fluttering open eventually. "What...?"