Jack blinked hard a few times as he tries to adjust to a somewhat blurry awakening.  For a moment, he panicked when he realized that it was rather difficult to stand, but he soon enough resigned to sitting up straight to getting a better understanding of his surroundings -- the fitness room's...closet.  Clammy hands clumsily slapped along the floor, reaching for something, anything to pull himself up, but nothing was in arm's reach.

So Jack waited.

Maybe something struck him in the head, or the sheer shock of it all still wasn't allowing him to process the whole incident, but breathing easy wasn't so much of a difficult task as he would have first thought of it to be.  Just within a few feet's worth of length was the first-aid kit, so Jack made his way over there by half-crawling, half-dragging himself.   That in itself proved to be a more difficult task, especially considering the fact that he had to avoid the variety of overturned, broken gym equipment.  Considering how much of a mess the closet was in, it was a miracle that Jack hadn't been worse off than he already was; even the lighter weights were fully capable of caving his skull in from just a few feet's drop.

While he was still fumbling with the latch on the kit's top, there came the knock.  Almost immediately Jack wanted to call out, to address the knock, but there were other, more pressing matters at hand.

First and foremost, the incessant chirping from his watchband, which he lazily slapped until it shut off.

Then came the box; if he didn't open the box, he might not get to any pain medications in time.  If he didn't at least sedate himself or get a clearer assessment of his current condition, there was simply no way he could oblige himself with anyone's business.

But then again, what if that someone had come to help?

In the real time, what Jack had elected to contemplate about equated into silence, for whoever was outside the door.  It wasn't that Jack didn't want to answer; he just took too long to.  It's mighty hard to blame someone for taking their time when they've just found themselves completely disoriented, and it might be moreso for those wanting to come out of the closet.  No pun intended.