Jeff listened as he told him where it hurt the most, seeing the blood stain on his clothing. His brow furrowed in concern, hoping the injury didnt get to his spine and hopefully it was just a bad flesh wound, the fact Dan was able to walk at all was a relief. Of course he tried to cover up his pain, but it was in vain, he never was good at faking anyway. At least from what he had seen over the years. He was about to proceed with dressing the wound when Dan asked him... well, begged him for some kind of drink. Jeff fixed him with a hard look, hoping the guy wasnt planning on getting trashed, but he did realize a little would probably take the edge off the pain. 

Jeff shrugged, "I guess I can find something. Old man has a pretty big collection so he wouldnt notice a little something missing, but dont let yourself get too far under, were moving the second you can walk on your own." He said to Dan as he got up and made his way to the kitchen downstairs. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a couple glasses. Hey, he was thirsty too ya know. He came back up and poured out some for Dan then one for himself, "Like I said, take it easy on the booze, now let me patch you up."