"Not quick enough," Sinclair says, grinning. What, he's allowed to be proud of his turrets. Jack'll be okay, it's only a flesh wound.
And so is his, but unfortunately he doesn't have the luxury of patching himself up in a second with one of those convenient med kits. It's tempting right about now, but it would be a bad decision in the long run.
He's also not too excited about how he's going to get himself standing again. Whatever he does is not exactly going to be graceful, and on top of it he has the pleasure of knowing Jack is going to be watching the whole process.
However, the mild alarm on Jack's face is enough motivation to just get this over with. That's going to drive him crazy. He braces himself with one hand on the wall and uses his uninjured leg to start to push himself into a standing position. It's a slow and extraordinarily uncomfortable process, but eventually he's sagging against one shoulder. This counts as standing, don't look at him like that.
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And so is his, but unfortunately he doesn't have the luxury of patching himself up in a second with one of those convenient med kits. It's tempting right about now, but it would be a bad decision in the long run.
He's also not too excited about how he's going to get himself standing again. Whatever he does is not exactly going to be graceful, and on top of it he has the pleasure of knowing Jack is going to be watching the whole process.
However, the mild alarm on Jack's face is enough motivation to just get this over with. That's going to drive him crazy. He braces himself with one hand on the wall and uses his uninjured leg to start to push himself into a standing position. It's a slow and extraordinarily uncomfortable process, but eventually he's sagging against one shoulder. This counts as standing, don't look at him like that.