"Your the best. Hey if that hunting gig of yours craps out you've got a promising future in the art of secret food delivery. Safe and sound and under thirty minutes..." Jack paused as he peered into the bag and hungrily went for the burger. "I could have been hallucinating but you know I think I watched a cartoon about that last night. Secret delivery ninjas." He offered a grin in return and teased. At least he could say he was feeling a little physically better. Mentally was a whole 'nother story. But just saying it was at least a step in the right direction. "What're you talking about Sam, it's the latest trend didn't you know? Better catch up on the times, dude." He shifted uncomfortably in bed and pulled some more of the blankets up. "I can't offer you pizza we talked about last week, but I can give you pudding and muffins. In that order. " He mused, he was glad to have the company. It seemed like forever since he last saw Sam. He wasn't really in the mood for serious discussion, so at least Sam didn't have to worry about the demon blood issue coming up. It helped that again Jack didn't have the words for the situation. He honestly didn't know what to say. He was sure when he did come up with something good, it would be an awkward conversation. This was quite possibly one of the few times he was happy to be king of the procrastinators.
Looking up at Sam he put the half eaten burger down in thought and tried to pull everything together. The fight itself was still hazy. It was quick. "There must have been six of them, if not more. They were in uniforms looked kinda like soldiers, or Nazis. More like Nazis..they might have killed me if I didn't play dead." He corrected as he chewed at his lip and looked down at his phone beside the bed distantly. Sky hadn't called. Sam hadn't found him. It was tearing at the ranger. He just didn't know how to fix things. If he could fix them. For a moment there he'd zoned out, watching a minute change on the face of his phone. Distracted until he heard a familiar voice and he froze. Sky.
He was leaving again. God..Jack hated the tension. He hated the distance between them. He hated that Sky thought he'd forgotten everything. He had to do something or he was going to leave again and Jack was going to feel that pain again. "Sky wait. Stop." He tried his best 'I'm red ranger this is an order-voice'. "You don't have to go. This is Sam. Sam, Sky. " He wasn't really good at intros, but maybe if he just kept talking he'd get lucky and finally say something right.