Andy let Jack move him around, his trust an immovable object even in the face of the tide of confusion and pain he was in, Jack's touch the only one he'd let near him on any given day. He was tucked in tight and he tried to pay attention to what he was being told through the throbbing, stabbing burn in his skull. He was shocked to hear how long ago the incident had been, but Jack jolted his memory about the brick and he cringed back against his pillows like it was happening again, another glance shot towards his arm.
"I thought my arm was broken." he murmured, confused. "I remember something about some stone... you said it was a month ago? I've been here for a month? How have I been here for a month?" And more importantly. "Have you been okay, are you okay?"