Shooting things makes it all better (OTA)
Practically three weeks in a hopsital was bound to drive anyone a little nuts and Jack had some pent-up energy he was ready to release. He was supposed to be resting, in bed, but he figured he'd spent the last three weeks in bed and that had been enough. Granted, he had slipped into a coma, crashed a few times, and he vaguely remembered trying to wrestle an old man from some cake, but he was passed that now - time to move on. If he really wanted to be truthful to himself, he still felt a little weak, but that would be admitting he still needed rest and he was so not going there. Right now he wanted a distraction. TV just wasn't cutting it, so he decided to make his way to the shooting range under the veil of 'work.'
He lifted his P-90, looked down the sight-line, and fired a whole clip into the paper-form of a person. Once the clip was empty, he slowly began to reload the gun. He was taking his time.