Benson slowly became aware of loud noises and some weird feeling all over his upper chest, and his head. His mind very slowly re-booted itself after the hard knock he took, and he groaned as he started feeling the dull throb of a head wound. Then, the other feeling hit him- his head, neck, and shoulders were soaked with not-so-warm water. He groaned again, letting out the pain and cold in verbal form. Then, to make sure the point hit home, he groaned once more, and groaned a fourth time to cement that. 

He continued hearing something that made the dull throb spike in pain- yelling or something. He slowly rolled over, reaching up with one hand to tenderly test his bleeding head, mumbling incoherently. 

Then he awoke all at once. He shot upwards into a sitting position, smacking his head against his chair, and fell back down, groaning even more to accent his pain. He got up much slower, then, taking his time to stand up, leaning on the chair for support, and turned at the source of the yells. 

"Oh. Hey cap'n, I got a hard knock on the noggin, if you'd kindly stop screaming, that'd be great..."