"You tell me," Jack spits out, venom in his voice even as his body reels from everything it's just been put through. He's got sharp enough instincts that he can sense Johann in his bubble of personal space and he jerks his elbow back as he makes a bold attempt to sit up.

It takes a few seconds, but he does manage to get upright. He's still woozy and his body sways for a few seconds as he braces his hands against the operating table. He blinks once, twice, three times, and even tilts his head around, but no light is coming through.

"Not gonna give me a choice, are you?" Jack grumbles, as he can hear the retreating footsteps. This pause will at least give him some time to get his thoughts in order.