It takes a couple minutes from the injection of the anaethetic, but soon Jack can feel the pain start to ebb, feel his muscles starting to relax and a kind of peacefulness come over him.
"Feel that?" Cottle asks, and Jack looks down to see him gently prodding the wound.
Jack shakes his head. "Can't feel it at all. Sure there aren't any opiates in this?"
"Totally different chemical makeup; gods only know which world it comes from," Cottle says, dragging over what looks like a small cable attached to a monitor. Though his mind's feeling a little hazy, Jack can put together enough of what's going to happen to look away. He might be feeling pretty peaceful at the moment, but he doesn't exactly want to see Cottle stick the scope inside his wound.
"Let's see what we've got here. Looks pretty deep, but a clean cut. Ah, there's a nick in your small intestine, and looks like you've got a slow leak. Lucky for you, it's something I can fix using this thing, instead of having to open you up. You got your wish, no knockout juice for you. When's the last time you ate?"
Jack thinks for a minute, trying to remember what time it had been when they'd come in the bar, the drugs not making it easy to remember. "Nine hours ago, I think. Hot dog at the zoo with Teri."
"Well you're going to have to stick with fluids for at least 24 hours while this heals. I'll give you a shot of antibiotics to make sure you don't get an infection, but I'm gonna have to suture the skin the old-fashioned way and insert a tube to let the wound drain."
"One more scar's not gonna hurt," Jack says, looking over at Renee as Cottle gets down to business. "Told you I was going to be okay."
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"Feel that?" Cottle asks, and Jack looks down to see him gently prodding the wound.
Jack shakes his head. "Can't feel it at all. Sure there aren't any opiates in this?"
"Totally different chemical makeup; gods only know which world it comes from," Cottle says, dragging over what looks like a small cable attached to a monitor. Though his mind's feeling a little hazy, Jack can put together enough of what's going to happen to look away. He might be feeling pretty peaceful at the moment, but he doesn't exactly want to see Cottle stick the scope inside his wound.
"Let's see what we've got here. Looks pretty deep, but a clean cut. Ah, there's a nick in your small intestine, and looks like you've got a slow leak. Lucky for you, it's something I can fix using this thing, instead of having to open you up. You got your wish, no knockout juice for you. When's the last time you ate?"
Jack thinks for a minute, trying to remember what time it had been when they'd come in the bar, the drugs not making it easy to remember. "Nine hours ago, I think. Hot dog at the zoo with Teri."
"Well you're going to have to stick with fluids for at least 24 hours while this heals. I'll give you a shot of antibiotics to make sure you don't get an infection, but I'm gonna have to suture the skin the old-fashioned way and insert a tube to let the wound drain."
"One more scar's not gonna hurt," Jack says, looking over at Renee as Cottle gets down to business. "Told you I was going to be okay."