With all the damage Jake's body had sustained during his military career, at least he'd been out cold when the medics had been digging about in his insides. He'd passed out when they were waiting on the medics getting to him, and hadn't woken up until he'd already been in the hospital for 36 hours. Even with the morphine, Tommy had to be in a fuckload of pain, but he couldn't do anything to try and make him feel better. The best thing Jake could do was to help Bruce get finished as quickly as possible. And then hope that Tommy wasn't going to punch him when it was all over and done with.
"C'mon, Tommy, count with me. Vomrr, vofu, vohin...," he tried, in a probably-hopeless attempt to distract his brother.