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Jack should know that nothing good can come of ignoring his instincts.]
The door opens, and Jack stands blinking blearily on the other side. A patron that looks over is likely to look twice, considering the state of him.
His shirt is soaked through and his wet hair is plastered against his head, but that’s likely to be the least noticeable
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Seeing Jack, he deposits his bottle on a passing wait-rat's tray, and approaches Jack from the side. That swelling is ugly, and likely to be even uglier by morning.
"Jack," he says, frowning.
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But it's not the sight of his friend coming in the bar that catches his attention; with his back turned, his only indicator that something might be amiss is the sound of the Marshal's voice filtering through the background conversation.
Jack.
He turns around in his seat and then he sees what Raylan is looking at, and instantly Carl is up and moving towards the doorway.
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"Raylan," Jack says, holding on to the back of a chair to keep himself upright. "It's been a kind of rough day."
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"You keep those understatements coming, and while you're at it, have a seat for just a minute."
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"Marshal," he says, nodding to Raylan.
He approaches Jack from the other side -- slowly, kneeling near the chair that Raylan has pulled out from the table -- and ready to help, if he's needed.
"Jack?"
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"Hey, Carl," he says, slowly lowering himself to the chair.
If anyone has to see him hurt, Carl and Raylan are probably the two he'd least object to.
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He grabs the attention of a nearby wait-rat, and requests a damp washcloth and an ice pack.
The rat scurries away to oblige; Raylan returns his attention to Jack, not missing the way Jack's favoring his torso.
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Obviously, someone did this to Jack -- someone that deserves to have worse done to them in return, as far as Carl is concerned -- but at the moment his focus is on Jack's current state.
"What hurts the worst? How hard did you get cracked in the head?"
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"Don't happen to know how long you were out, do you?"
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Mild: "Yeah, I walked right into that one."
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"Now that's the Jack Bauer I remember," he muses.
He folds the washcloth in half and then offers it over.
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"I can't really remember how much I was in and out after I got hit; it might have been anywhere from a couple minutes to more like ten."
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"Any nausea?"
He's no medical professional, but he is familiar with the warning signs of a concussion.
Chalk it up to an occupational hazard.
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