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The nice thing about wearing so many layers, Jack realized, was that it made for plenty of wraps and tourniquets. Slipping into the the empty bathroom afforded him the chance to wash out the wounds and the blood from his skin. That wasn't to say it did HURT when the water beat down on his injuries (the broken collar bone and chest slice especially stung).
The ache remained when he slid out from the shower. The night had just begun and he already felt like he should just go back to his room and curl into a ball. Jack ignored this desire. What did he have to show for his fight with Recluse?
1)A shanked thigh
2)A hole in his chest (which had thankfully stopped bleeding)
3)A sore head and hand
4)An undoubtedly fractured collar bone
5) Sore...parts
6) No flashlight
Sighing, he tore some of his extra clothing into strips and began treating his injuries the best he could with the items available. No, he wasn't going to give up so easily. He was going to find a way out of this hell hole. But where to look for an exit?
He didn't know too many locations at this place yet. The Sun room was out, but how about the rec field he had seen earlier? THAT was outside. THAT might be the way.
Cinching his final cloth bandage, Jack pulled his remaining intact clothing back on and heading out. He winced as he walked through the door. He hurt, but if he avoided that S.O.B., he could at least make it to the field...