It took Jack more than a minute, but he eventually got on the thankfully elastic band waisted hospital trousers. He stretched his back a bit as he waited for the wheel chair and stood up, his legs a bit creaky in protest after having been sitting for so long. He winced a bit at the feel of his left ankle, the sprained one-though it didn't hurt since he was on the pain medications and all, it still felt off. Sighing, he limped to the door and leaned against the jam, his left foot up a bit.
"I wish you had a little sign with 'Dent' on it, like being picked up by a chaffeur," Jack grinned as they returned with the wheelchair.