Though Jack had made something of a production of being able to just walk away from the scene of his stabbing, the night had not exactly been kind to him. He'd spent most of it doubled up on the floor while he felt his insides pratically radiating with pain. Jack hadn't actually been that violently injured in quite some time, and he had forgotten quite how spectacularly agonizing it was for him to be in that hospital room, mainly because he had forgotten that he'd been jacked up on enough morphine at the time to tranquilize a fucking horse. They gave the fucking good stuff to the people in the hospitals that they didn't expect to live, those who had burns and flayed skin over most of their body.
The weekend had dissolved into a bender. Jack didn't particularly want to be sober at all, and so he drank like a fucking fish. Which of course did not help his body heal any faster. On the other hand, Jack learned to appreciate the exact stages in which his body healed to an intimate detail, marveling a little at it as he wondered if Hephaestus had planned it in such a way, weaving the spell himself, or if it was simply a wonderfully lucky design. His cuts had externally healed the skin around him, probably to keep the blood in. But the underlying tissue damage took longer to fix, and the tissues themselves fixed long before it was that his bones did...
Jack had been kept up most of Sunday night with the sensation of one rib finally popping into place as it sealed up. Like having a goddamned popcorn machine going off in his chest. He supposed the good thing about it was that his body seemed to only be willing to stave off alcohol poisoning when he was in this state, which mean that it took way less booze to get him drunk. So it was in a slightly drunken stupor that Jack awoke to the sound of someone knocking at his door. Grumbling a little he looked at the clock and swore a little.
Padding to the door he opened it up, to see the two women who seemed to harass him the most often, just in time to catch Kay's comment, he growled a little as he muttered. "FUCK... again?" Kay of course would get the same eyeful that she had gotten the first time she'd harassed him at his apartment complex, a pair of boxers that were so firmly tented that they looked like they might rip at any particular moment. Jia, on the other hand, would have to tip the pizza if she wanted to catch an eyeful of that. What she might notice though was that there were still pink areas around his chest where the skin still looked tender, though if she looked it would seem as if they were shrinking even before her eyes.
"And it's a goddamned topless policy. Not shirtless. How many times do I have to fucking repeat myself..." Jack muttered a little. "And since I know Suzy Squirrel ain't taking her top off...."
Jack slammed the door shut in their faces and muttered as he started to head back towards his bed. The last thing he wanted was Suzy hanging around him like a goddamned lost puppy thinking he was some sort of fucking hero or some bullshit like that. He just hoped he was able to get back to sleep now that they'd disturbed his wonderful slumber.