Jack was right, telling her not to worry just made her worry more. But, she was an Agent of SHIELD and she could handle whatever he was going to tell her. She pulled herself into a seated position. Wincing as she pulled on her stitches.
"Jack." She was using her no nonsense voice. "Tell me."
She glanced down at the chart at the end of her bed. "And, hand me my chart. I want to know what they've done."