"Well that's a first with you," Jack teased gently, smiling at the Doctor before adding more seriously, nodding, "I'm sorry you had to do that, but thank you, trust me it was better than the alternative."

His brow etched into a frown as the Doctor produced the paper, but he quickly understood and read the words, taking in the information. "Warrior robot, right, better keep our eyes peeled for them then. And arrows? I mean really? They ride around on horse back too with their capes flowing behind them?" He rambled, and sadly couldn't even blame it on the drug, his death had cleared that right from his system.

"I'm fine," he smiled as the new words appeared in front of him, "I promise, never felt better. Are you? I mean, aside from the whole voice thing? It's not hurting you, is it?"

Jack felt protective, especially with the Doctor hindered. He turned a little and reached for the Doctor's hand, finding the blood all over it. He took it between his own, and grabbed the scrubs from against his chest to try and soak it up.