Don't speak, he wanted to say, but couldn't. He pressed down on the wound, but he knew this was fatal. Jack would drown in his own blood. A few years ago, he might have even watched the process with indifference. After all, Jack would just come back to life.

Now, he knew it hurt. He knew this wasn't as easy as life and death. He didn't want Jack to die.

He nodded in response to Jack's question, because he couldn't say anything else.