As much as Jamie had been relieved that they had been rescued by SHIELD, his expression looked otherwise. The experience that they were forced to go through had been difficult. It felt as though he had gone through it worse then more than a handful of the rest of the student. Or well, no where near as bad as Alison had to go through. Poor girl. She had lost so much blood during the time that the combined force of Shiro, Shatterstar, and himself hacked through Mojo's system. It was a stroke of luck really, but despite the positive, Prime hoped for a speedy recovery for that particular blonde, especially since she hurt herself so many times in a variety of ways.
The infirmary had been the first place that a good portion of the students had been ushered to under the care of Nurse Anne and MacTaggart. It seemed as though they needed to all get seals of approval for them before releasing them. And as much as Jamie wanted to protest how fine he was, not a word exited his lips. All that he had gone through was in his mind, especially the loss of his duplicate. It felt as though he watched a real brother pass away right before his eyes, unable to do a single thing as it happened.
Jamie had lost track of time, especially since it hadn't been needed for the past week. If they were indeed within the infirmary a long amount of time, he didn't have a clue. All he had payed attention to was that Shiro had been next to him as Nurse Annie tended to his ribs, making sure the bandage was set correctly. There was a few winces in his part due to the amount of pain that he had been in, but she had done a good job. Just like she had helped him during the skateboarding accident that occurred at what seemed too long ago by this point.
Carefully slipping his green shirt back on his body, Jamie had been given the okay that he could leave. There wasn't much more that the nurses could do for him, besides give him medication to dull the pain that coursed through his body. But was it a bad thing that he didn't want any of it? He didn't want any help, only wanting to be left alone.
Or so he had thought.
A familiar voice had called out his name, making him significantly perk up. From the tone, it was obvious who it belonged to, if not surprising that she had called out to the both of them. Jamie had turned his head just as he had heard the blonde, adjusting his shirt comfortably back on his body. It was Layla! Good god was he beyond excited to see her. Even with the horrible feelings that ran through his mind and body, all he was thinking about was how she could have been upset at him for just leaving her without a good bye. If he would have known...Now wasn't the time to think about that!
Pushing himself off of the semi-sit down position on the side table, Jamie limped over to Layla as fast as he could. It wasn't quick as he had wanted, but he had gotten over to her and...completely forgotten that he had a couple of ribs broken. Just as he reached her, arms wrapped around her and lifted her off of her feet in an embrace. It would have been tighter if he didn't just recognize how much pain he was in. Bruises had still been in various points in his body, while the cuts had all been taken care of. But, Layla! "You're a sight for sore eyes," he finally spoke. It had been a while since he had spoken, burying his face near her neck as he set her back down on her feet. "I'm so sorry."