Matt simply didn't have time to admire Jack's handiwork, such as it was. After shaking off whatever lingering insanity might still be hanging in the air of Jack's very stuffy apartment, he headed straight for the windows, systematically looking through each one to check the street before closing the curtains tight. He had a hand on the blaster at his hip the whole time, just in case he spotted a familiar and unfriendly face, but luck – and maybe even the Force – seemed to be with them tonight. Although Matt was pretty sure they'd shaken the Resistance goons who'd orchestrated the crash, pretty sure was hardly a guarantee. Matt knew too many people who'd been snuffed out on the false confidence of pretty sure.
Gabe may have been distracted (which was fine, he'd hit his head pretty hard on the steering wheel), but Matt had no problem being the one making one hundred percent sure that they were safe. Nobody was dying on his watch, not Jack and especially not Gabe.
Once he confirmed no one followed them, Matt let out a sigh of relief, which was quickly cut short as he heard Gabe say something very un-Gabe-like. He'd only been half paying attention while Jack introduced himself, but hearing the uncertainty in Gabe's voice had his head whipping around. When he saw how shaky his friend looked, Matt didn't hesitate. He was there at Gabe's side before you could say Kessel run.
"Hey, man, you okay?" Matt grabbed Gabe's upper arm, ready to support him if he needed it, while Jack also sprang into action, muttering an "oh shit, hold on" as he darted to a stack of dining room chairs against one of the walls. He pulled one chair down, maybe a little too quickly judging by the hiss of pain that followed as he nearly dropped it to the floor. Somewhere in the back of his head, Matt remembered that about Jack – he always went too hard and too fast while he was still recovering from an injury, but he couldn't worry about that now. Neither of them could. Ignoring his own pain, Jack slid the chair behind Gabe, brow creased with worry.
"Do you need anything?" Jack asked, putting a concerned hand on Gabe's shoulder. Hearing the change in Jack's tone, Lucky poked his head above the cardboard and uttered a uneasily curious ruff? "I can grab some water – "
"I'll get it," Matt interrupted, catching Jack's eyes. "You've still got that landline in the kitchen, right?" Jack nodded. "I need to call this in anyway. Get us out of here, and him to a doctor."
Understanding, Jack nodded again, and Matt let go of Gabe, not a little reluctantly. No part of Matt wanted to leave Gabe's side, but he didn't have much of a choice. And Jack was reliable, he knew that. Ridiculous, probably a little crazy, but still, reliable. Matt took a deep breath, rubbed a hand over his mouth, and nodded, more to himself than to either Jack or Gabe. Time to call the boss. Get this god-forsaken mission over with, once and for all.
As he started heading toward the kitchen, he looked over his shoulder and added, "Just keep an eye on him, alright? And whatever you do, don't let him pass out!"