Jack smiled at the sound of Jules voice, calling to him and he nodded, as if the man could see him. Yes, he would be brave. No more girly screams. Oh, cept that one, it was a freebie, Jack noted with a half assed glare at the men now dipping to lift him carefully onto a stretcher.
It was a long blink before he opened his eyes again and there was-thank god the man clarified who for Jack would have taken forever figuring it out. A man could be excused of not remembering the obvious 'two wheels' pat of Jules that set him apart when he was bleeding from his head, or so Jack would say. If asked.
"Hullo, Greg," Jack said over the man's speaking when he said 'It's Greg', smiling in an all together distracted sort of way, "Jules is here?" He was slow, and all this talking was getting him more confused than the typing had. His eyes fluttered close with the touch to his forehead, a soft "Mmph" coming from him as he turned his head towards it and he laughed softly, "Oh, don't let my brain fry, dear. Think of the mess. Like the eggs on my boots."