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[trigger_man]

[OOM: 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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[itwasjustified]

Raylan's crossing the room, cold beer in hand.

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.

[one_man_army]

Once Jack has settled the washcloth on the cut, he hands up the ice pack.

"You get shot or stabbed anywhere that needs serious attention?"

[trigger_man]

Jack puts the washcloth down on the table--his forehead isn't bleeding as much anymore--and takes the ice pack. His eye is throbbing, and the chill of the ice feels a lot better.

"No, definitely not shot or stabbed." Not that he's checked, but he's had both kinds of injuries enough times to be pretty sure that he'd have to be in pretty deep shock not to notice them before now. "I'm not feeling nauseous right now, but I was earlier."

[itwasjustified]

"Earlier," Raylan echoes.

His eyes cut to Carl.

"You want to think about getting a consult in the infirmary, rule out the bad shit?"

[one_man_army]

Carl's eyes cut to his friend at Raylan's mention of the infirmary, trying to see just how Jack seems to like that idea.

(He doubts it will go over well.)

"You've probably got another concussion," he says needlessly. "I can give you sutures, but if you need anything set...we're gonna need some help."

[trigger_man]

"No." It comes out stronger than he intends; stronger than anything else he's said tonight. But then he has a reason to be firm, considering the last few times he's had experience with doctors.

"I've dealt with this before; I just need some rest and I'll be fine."

[itwasjustified]

"All right," Raylan says, low and placid. "Neither of us is going to force you into a visit."

A beat.

"But I bet they've got a hell of a selection of lollipops back there."

[one_man_army]

"If you think you can manage gettin' upstairs, we can get you situated. Trudy won't mind staying in her room for a night, and I can take the couch."

If Jack thought that he'd be going to his room, for a lonely evening to sleep off the pain, he was sadly mistaken. Carl is not letting his friend out of his sight.

[trigger_man]

"The only lollipop that would get me in there is one with a center of pure whiskey."

He has half a mind to argue with Carl--he doesn't want a damn babysitter--but stops himself before he actually says anything. He knows he's probably lucky Carl and Raylan aren't actually dragging him into the infirmary. Besides, he's still feeling pretty woozy, and as much as he doesn't want to admit it, he's probably going to need the help.

He lets out a sigh. "Fine. Just give me a minute."

[itwasjustified]

With a nod in Jack's direction, Raylan signals a wait-rat for some water.

When it arrives, he slides the glass near Jack's elbow.

[one_man_army]

"Take all the time y'need. M'gonna go grab a few things from the bar."

He intends to pick up a first aid kit (a more extensive one than he keeps upstairs already), and to leave a note for Trudy letting her know briefly what's going on.

[trigger_man]

Jack nods to let Carl know he's heard.

Jack takes the water glass, gulping half of it as he can't remember the last time he'd had something to drink.

"Don't look so worried," he says to Raylan, placing the glass back on the table. "This isn't my first concussion."

[itwasjustified]

"Worried? Nah. I figured this was just another Monday night for you."

[trigger_man]

"Not usually. Or at least it hasn't been for a while," Jack says with a small, wry smile.

[one_man_army]

Carl returns with a small metal 'lunchbox' in tow, white with a red cross emblazoned on the side.

He scans their surroundings.

"You feeling up to moving or do you want to sit awhile longer?"

[trigger_man]

"I could probably move, and I kind of want to just get the hell upstairs so I can relax," Jack says. he does have to wonder if he's going to need both hands to steady himself as he gets up and if he'll have to put the ice pack down, then.