His leg really does hurt. But Hickey, being Hickey, is going to get in one last kick out of sheer spite. He looks down at Crozier, crumpled up, spitting blood, and he just feels so good. It's not the sort of recognition or acknowledgement of power he wanted from the start, but right now, in Hickey's mind? It's worth it.

"Better get those ribs checked out," he sasses right back. "Wouldn't want you bleeding out. Though you'd finally get what you deserve and join the rest of your men."

That being said, his leg does hurt. So with that little retort, Hickey starts to limp away. Time to get this checked out and get it checked out soon.