It probably isn't that great of an idea for him to sit up as quickly as he does when he hears running and realizes it's Jono coming through the door, but Jackson pushes himself up a little in bed with the air of a man who isn't that concerned about his own health. It's a lie, of course. Jackson has never been this close to actually dying, despite all his years in the military and all the close shaves. It's usually just a nasty injury, but this? Was sort of terrifying in its own way.

"Hey," he greets quietly, both for the sake of Siouxie and due to weakness caused by loss of blood. "You okay? What happened?"