Jack took the seat without hesitation, sinking down to perch on the edge with a groan that he tried to disguise by clearing his throat.  Everything that wasn't absolute stillness sent fire raging down his arm and across his back.  He reached for a nearby quill as the papers assembled themselves in front of him.  Even once settled, the words on the page seemed to swim before him.  He blinked, willing his vision to clear but eventually he just picked the most obvious line and signed his name in what was likely his most haphazard signature ever. 

Flipping to the next page and finding a random spot to sign he threw another scrawl on that one too, the ink blotting unpleasantly as his vision blurred again.  He dropped the quill, not even waiting to be told he was done.  There was no way he was actually doing anything approaching acceptable. 

"I hope it's in walking distance…I'm not disapparating like this again." There was no question in his mind that no one, not even an auror to side-along him, had enough determination to get him and his arm to the hospital in one piece.  He looked up at Mr. Prewett with an expression of grim determination, hoping he wasn't swaying as much as it felt like he was."

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