He let himself be guided up, not bothering this time to hide the groan of both pain and effort it took to get back up.  He looked down at his feet as he was shepherded towards the door, trying to catch his breath, when he realized he was leaving a little drip trail of blood behind him.  "Ugh," was all he could manage.  This business of being injured was all very inconvenient.

He was relieved to hear he wasn't going to fight him on the disapperating front.  Jack wasn't sure he'd win any kind of argument and they could absolutely just wait until he passed out, which he was certain was going to happen sooner rather than later.  He was distantly aware he was being handed off and when Mr. Prewett peered at his face. 

Jack tried to offer a reassuring smile but it probably looked more like a dazed and goofy grimace than anything.  In the custody of whatever auror had been tasked with him, jack ambled towards the door, throwing a "thank you" over his shoulder at the Head Auror. 

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