[It's true. He's not going to appreciate Jack's "kindness"!!]

I'm fine. [As fine as a thirteen year old can be pouring blood down his face!] Don't touch me. [Just in case Jack gets any bright ideas.] Why are you even concerned? Your own face is bleeding. Dammit.

[He touches his forehead again, unsurprised when his fingers come back bloodier than before.] Why didn't she give us any warning before doing that?!