Jake still hadn't made it out of bed, which was practically unheard of. Even when he didn't have physio, he was still pretty much up with the sun, and here he was, still in bed at ...whatever time it was. He had no idea. He'd managed to roll onto his front and stop lying in the worst of the blood, but his head was spinning so bad and he hurt, especially his left arm and shoulder, and he really wanted to see Neytiri too... huh.
And Tommy, where was Tommy? They'd been talking... oh, phone. Right.
He should really get up. He had to get to physio. Aaron was going to tell him to fuck off if he kept this up, and then where would he be? Stuck in his chair forever, that's where.