Jake looks at her. One eye squeezed shut due to pain. The other open and filled with pain. He blinks. Wondering why she gasped. He looks at her. Why was she shocked? Hadn't she seen an injured man before? He blinks. "You okay?" he manages to groan out. "You look like you've seen a ghost." he says in a cringing tone. He looks at her. He flinched when she poked him. Then relaxed. He wasn't used to not being slapped directly after a touch like that.<br/><br/>"Can't believe what?" he asks in confusion. He wonders why she was acting so strange. He weakly tries to help but his body refused to listen. At least not well enough to be of any good. He looks at his body as if it is a traitor. He bites his lower lip. He blinks. "You gonna throw me to the sharks now? Sure they'd love a messed up guy for lunch." he says. His tone filled with pain. He didn't seem to care either way.<br/><br/>He blinks and hears medic. Maybe she wasn't going to make him swim with the fishes. He felt himself lifted by stronger male arms and sighs. Yelping a tiny bit when he was nearly dropped. He blinks and looks at her. "It is fine?" he says. Clearly rather confused by this whole turn of events. He was taken to the medic.<br/><br/>A couple hours later....<br/><br/>Jake sits up. Bandages covering most of his torso. Framing it like a white form fitting glove. The medic was freaking because he wouldn't stay laying like he requested. Jake looks at him. "No. I have had much worse. On my feet I go." He stumbles and exits the medic's room. The medic chasing after him protesting vehemently. Shouting you must rest and you need to recover. Jake says. "Nah. Enough resting. I've had worse. And must you shout so loudly?" he mutters. And walks straight into Raquel. "Oof....hi."