Jake nodded, and scrubbed a hand across his face as he kept studying the readout. The list of drugs (well, he assumed they were drugs. He recognized a couple of them, and all the rest of the words were listed in the same way so he figured they were all the same) was lengthy and just as worrying as the list of broken bones. "These are all in his blood?" he checked, feeling angrier than he had in a long time, and utterly helpless as well. An empty glass on Dr. Morgan's desk cracked and then fell into a small pile as it shattered.
Jake's head snapped round at the sound. "Shit. Sorry, Dr. Morgan, I need to... I'm out of practice. Sorry," he said, looking back up at the other man before glancing over at the door.
"I... Just the bones for now. You're definite about those. Everything else can wait until tomorrow, after the MRI at least. That all needs confirmation, right? So they can wait," he said softly. "Can you turn off the graphs and the list of drugs? He'll want to see this."