Martha was hurt... and bad! Even through the pain, his fuzzy mind could comprehend that. Jack's own injuries were severe, but they hadn't started healing fast enough for him. With the way things were going, he would pass out from blood loss and be unable to help her. And depending on how long it finally took him to die, it might be too late.
Jack blinked and pressed the muzzle of his Webley against his temple. He'd be killed almost instantly and would revive nearly as fast. It would leave him with a hell of a headache, but there was no other choice.
The Captain took a breath, pulled the trigger, and collapsed on the floor. Less than a minute later, he jerked back to life and gasped as his eyes snapped open.
There wasn't a moment to lose. He gathered Martha up in his arms and carried her inside, silently cursing the lift as he waited for it to reach the bottom. "Don't you dare die on me," he said, holding her body against his chest. "I'm not losing you too!"