[Jack is no stranger to being shot—it barely fazes him anymore, and to have someone fuss over him about it is unwelcome nowadays. The only reason he allows Angela close is that he knows more than most people how strong-willed she is. How she’s not going to let him get away with hiding the wound from her, and to add insult to injury, Grothia more-or-less dumps him into Angela’s lap. So, begrudgingly, he’s receiving treatment, but he makes it known very quickly that he’s not happy about it.]
Let it heal itself, Angela.
[Pink scar tissue has already started forming, but all that really means is they need to work quickly, or the bullet that’s embedded in his arm will stay there as the wound closes above it. He tries not to flinch at her touch, and Jack isn’t particularly keen on discussing the details of the botched op.]
I’ve had worse.
[He’s always had worse. He’s lived through it all, and this will be no different.]
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Let it heal itself, Angela.
[Pink scar tissue has already started forming, but all that really means is they need to work quickly, or the bullet that’s embedded in his arm will stay there as the wound closes above it. He tries not to flinch at her touch, and Jack isn’t particularly keen on discussing the details of the botched op.]
I’ve had worse.
[He’s always had worse. He’s lived through it all, and this will be no different.]