"Fuck that's the coolest shit I ever heard in my fucking life. We're checking it out after physio tomorrow; you wanna get better about the shaking, a crossbow might help you focus your energy."
Seeing Jake like this made him mad at the universe. "I got you," he muttered before lending the man his arms, helping haul him into his chairs. "I ever tell you about Iraq? Kurdistan? Jesus I was a fucking mess after those tours. Kurdistan was fucking awful. Got shot a few times, but it was worse there somehow. Iraq was the IED. Brain injury, had to learn a whole fucking lot again. Without Outcome, I'd be in a mess - with or without the meds..."
His eyes got lost in darkness for a flash of a moment, losing focus. "Point is; you can get better. I seen guys with half your grit do more."