Closing the bathroom door, Jack leans on the counter for a minute, letting his head hang, his eyes shut. It's not the pain in his back or his knee that's he's bracing himself against at the moment. Somehow, he and Kim always knew how to hurt eachother; then again he's not sure he should have expected any different, after hurting her so badly by making her believe he was dead. Even if it was to save her life.
Taking a deep breath, he tries to push his emotions aside; he'd had to learn how to ignore them--even more so than when he'd been at CTU--to just not feel anything, because they would just make him all the more likely to break.
Carefully pulling off his shirt and pants, he sets to slathering ointment on the freshest cuts and burns, covering them with self-adhesive gauze pads. None of the cuts are terribly deep; they went for areas that caused more pain than bloodshed, but some of the burns are blistered, a couple of which have popped, oozing fluid, and he grits his teeth as he covers them in ointment and bandages them.
He turns, twisting his head to look at his back in the mirror, unprepared for what he sees. There's extensive scarring there; a few old ones, but many more new. Only now does it hit him that no matter where he goes or what happens to him, what he sees in the mirror will be there forever. Even if he manages to get out--something he never lets himself think about but if this is place is real there's maybe a possibility that he can at least stay here--the scars will be with him forever, and every time he looks in the mirror he won't be able to avoid thinking about it.
Turning his head away, he stares at the opposite wall, trying to stay calm, trying to focus on the task at hand. He can't keep his hands from shaking as he tears open a new gauze pad, though.
There are only two wounds he can't reach: electrical burns that haven't blistered, so he leaves them, pulling his clothes back on. Walking back into the bedroom, he's finding it harder to keep himself upright, exhausted by everything that's happened as well as the chronic sleep deprivation they'd inflicted on him. Not meeting Kim's eyes, he takes a seat again, placing the first aid kit by his chair.
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Taking a deep breath, he tries to push his emotions aside; he'd had to learn how to ignore them--even more so than when he'd been at CTU--to just not feel anything, because they would just make him all the more likely to break.
Carefully pulling off his shirt and pants, he sets to slathering ointment on the freshest cuts and burns, covering them with self-adhesive gauze pads. None of the cuts are terribly deep; they went for areas that caused more pain than bloodshed, but some of the burns are blistered, a couple of which have popped, oozing fluid, and he grits his teeth as he covers them in ointment and bandages them.
He turns, twisting his head to look at his back in the mirror, unprepared for what he sees. There's extensive scarring there; a few old ones, but many more new. Only now does it hit him that no matter where he goes or what happens to him, what he sees in the mirror will be there forever. Even if he manages to get out--something he never lets himself think about but if this is place is real there's maybe a possibility that he can at least stay here--the scars will be with him forever, and every time he looks in the mirror he won't be able to avoid thinking about it.
Turning his head away, he stares at the opposite wall, trying to stay calm, trying to focus on the task at hand. He can't keep his hands from shaking as he tears open a new gauze pad, though.
There are only two wounds he can't reach: electrical burns that haven't blistered, so he leaves them, pulling his clothes back on. Walking back into the bedroom, he's finding it harder to keep himself upright, exhausted by everything that's happened as well as the chronic sleep deprivation they'd inflicted on him. Not meeting Kim's eyes, he takes a seat again, placing the first aid kit by his chair.