"Oh Lord, how could I turn that down?" Jack snickered, nodding, "Alright, a wheelchair would be marvelous, really. I'm afraid the girls will have to help steer, lest I go in circles," What with having only one hand to roll along with. Jack shifted a little in the bed, his face a bit more serious as he focused on not...well, doing anything but getting up. His main task was swinging his legs over the side, keeping them under the blankets as he grabbed for the trousers on the chair by the bed.
"Emergency trousers, in case there's a fire," He mused, trying to move them around to be facing the right way with one hand.