Stubborn
@demoninhumanskin
There wasn’t a hospital on the island, so Jack made do with being in one of the small bedroom-like admitting rooms in the Victorianesque building that was the clinic. Apparently he’d gone into show while the angelic doctor was healing him, which wasn’t surprising...that much divine energy would have probably done absolute haywire on his body after when hell had done to it. It left him healed internally at least, but now he needed to be observed in case it had any adverse effects, when all he wanted to do was go home...or Lee’s house...probably Lee’s house.
The red head had very adamantly said no visitors except for the doctor (out of necessity) and Lee. Not that that didn’t stop some people coming around to gain an audience. After a few days he’d agreed to see Mina so he could pass on a work schedule to her and let her pet his hair until he fell into an uneasy sleep, but he’d still yet to give Matt or Jamie permission into the room. Everything was still open and raw, though the pain was small compared to everything else now.
Three days in and he was growing tired of being called on, so best to admit one of them and tell them off so he could heal in peace. In the end he chose Matt, to spare Jamie the trauma of seeing him all bandaged up and maybe...just maybe he wanted to guilt his one time best friend into some remorse. He looked up when the door opened, lips quirking into a smirk.
“Still fuckable? Or am I lost cause?”