"Oww!" Jack let out a large noise in pain as the arrow was pulled from his chest; his eyes opening wide and suddenly as air rushes back into his lung. It doesn't last long though, and even as he sits up sharply, he could feel himself losing breath as the air escaped through the puncture wound in the tissue.

"Jesus Christ that hurt," he said, struggling for words but feeling he has to say them, his body overcome with the urge to speak everything he though, just as the Doctor earlier had.

"What wa--" he clutched a hand to his chest, trying to concentrate and breathe deep breaths enough to fill his functioning lung.

"Doctor, can't- can't breathe-"