"i'm fine!" jack groaned for the hundredth time today. however, he was the farthest thing from fine. having taken a nasty fall during the last rodeo, somehow in all the chaos he'd broken his arm. his damn arm! the hell was he supposed to do now?

of course, jack was stubborn. just about as stubborn as the bull that flung him halfway across the pen and got him pinned underneath it, a fact he would always steadily deny, to which you would remind him he was lucky to be alive. he didn't want or need to be reminded and he sure as hell didn't need help, from anyone. he was just as capable as the next man... mostly.

"no— nuh-uh, no way," he fussed, "you can't expect me to just sit on my ass while you do all the work around here! there's gotta be something i can do." of course, his tantrum would never work. you simply shook your head, shooing him off and declaring maybe if he was well behaved he could help with dinner.

was that really all he was good for now? he couldn't let this slide! what was he supposed to do? just sit on his ass and let his arm heal? yes, but he'd get bored. lonely. already, he could feel that familiar restlessness creeping into his bones.

so, what was he going to do right now? pace. and pout. definitely pout.