Who: Jack and Buffy What: She finds him. When: Not long after his text. Where:Some street on the way to her place. Warnings: TBA probably some angst or something.
Jack didn't realize how long he'd been out of it, how much time had passed. That it'd been nearly a day since Alema attacked him. At least the bleeding had stopped by now. Dry blood was caked onto the burnt areas of his shirt and chest where the lightning struck twice. The left side of his neck suffered a burn as well. His phone had fallen to his side after he managed his text but he didn't bother to try picking it up again. His eyes blinked open as he tried to prop himself up against a brick walled ally on the street address he'd given Buffy. Everything ached. He knew it'd heal so he just tried not to think about it. Psychical pain wasn't really something he cared about these days, he felt it on a daily basis all this did was numb reality. That part was nice considering the things he saw when he closed his eyes now. His mind was somewhere far off from the sting of burnt flesh.
He was worried about his friends, the city, and how much he'd not been able to help so far. It was almost laughable. No matter what he did nothing helped, it only made things worse. They didn't need him, not like he needed them, relied on them. Struggling he pushed himself up and nearly fell again, his shoulder pressed against that wall to keep himself from falling. He looked up at the sky and winced.