Jack pours some alcohol on the towel, then presses it against the wound. The resulting sting makes him wince, coaxing a groan from his throat despite his attempts to not show just how much it hurts.

"It'll be fine. Trust me, I've used the bar's infirmary before. They're able to do things there you couldn't dream of here. If we can get in there, that is. If not, we just call CTU." He sure as hell hopes that this works.

Slowly he gets to his feet, hunching slightly as standing straight is just one more way to tug on the muscles in his torso and cause himself more pain.