Closed rp;
Jack looked even worse, he'd agreed to do what Cox had told him, but he couldn't. The main point was to get some sleep, he clearly hadn't. Longest he'd rested was when he'd fell asleep next to the Doctor. He'd eaten the sandwich at least. Which had led Jack to be there he stood in the doorway and just staring, the glass had gone and the frame replaced and set back where it had originally fallen from. At that point he subconciously played with the material of JD's shirt which was now clean and tied round his wrist, hand finally healed, though there was some traces of scars on his palm.