He dug his fingers into Gabe's side for that sass. "Stop it. I don't have the blood volume to risk getting aroused right now," he retorted with, not that he thought he could at this point. He was too sore, but he knew that Gabe was being a sass-master over a rhetorical question. It was in that moment he knew that both of them would survive their current injuries. "Think you were running low before you whisked me out of the bathroom. Just need more time to heal."
He hummed, his eyes closing because it was far easier than convincing himself to keep them open. He waited, letting himself be comfortable for a few more minutes and then mentally began to prod himself that it was time to get up and shuffle off to the bathroom for water. He could manage that. If Gabe could do it, so could he.
Still, a few more minutes passed before he finally forced his eyes open and lifted his head and then looked the way of the end of the bed. Ugh, so far. Jack levered himself up after a few seconds, grumbling in pain even as he crawled down the bed and even managed to stand up from it without making a complete ass of himself in the process.
"Okay... water. Two glasses coming up," he said to motivate himself away from the bed. He moved around to the bedside table where their two empty glasses had been abandoned and then shuffled to the bathroom where he filled them up with water. He risked looking in the mirror and instantly regretted it. What a mess.
"Your stitches are neat and tidy, but not sure there's hope for my face," he remarked. Honestly it was the dried blood and dirt that made it look worse. He'd scar, but it wouldn't be horrible. He headed back with the water, setting them both on the bedside table.
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Date: 2019-06-11 01:58 am (UTC)He hummed, his eyes closing because it was far easier than convincing himself to keep them open. He waited, letting himself be comfortable for a few more minutes and then mentally began to prod himself that it was time to get up and shuffle off to the bathroom for water. He could manage that. If Gabe could do it, so could he.
Still, a few more minutes passed before he finally forced his eyes open and lifted his head and then looked the way of the end of the bed. Ugh, so far. Jack levered himself up after a few seconds, grumbling in pain even as he crawled down the bed and even managed to stand up from it without making a complete ass of himself in the process.
"Okay... water. Two glasses coming up," he said to motivate himself away from the bed. He moved around to the bedside table where their two empty glasses had been abandoned and then shuffled to the bathroom where he filled them up with water. He risked looking in the mirror and instantly regretted it. What a mess.
"Your stitches are neat and tidy, but not sure there's hope for my face," he remarked. Honestly it was the dried blood and dirt that made it look worse. He'd scar, but it wouldn't be horrible. He headed back with the water, setting them both on the bedside table.