Moving? Getting up? Not happening. At least not for the moment. He's absolutely winded from the landing, his eyes wide and more than a little panicked at exactly how much pain he's in.

He can't really focus on much else, beyond that and the fact that he can tell, after a few moments, that things aren't healing. He's been a speedster long enough that he can kind of feel when the process works and doesn't. The static charges, for instance, barely heal. And he can tell. He can tell the healing trigger hasn't well. Triggered.

He's winded and a bit shock-y, so it takes him a minute to get anything out, word-wise. "Snow. Snow." Well, it's a word, anyway.