"Are ye all right?"
"No, I bumped my head" Rubbing the spot, I looked dazedly around the bare hallway. "What did I bang it on?" I demanded ungrammatically.
“My head,” he said rather grumpily, I thought.
“Serves you right,” I said nastily. “What were you doing sneaking about outside my door?”
He gave me a testy look. “I wasna ‘sneaking about’ for God’s sake. I was sleeping - or trying to.”