He slips into the car, starting it up and glancing around before making his way out into the street. It's quiet--late at night, and he sighs, shakily. Jack. He's here. He's okay. Every now and then he slows the car, looking over at him, cataloguing, periodically, what he can see. Cuts on his face, the blod at his mouth, the flinching that he makes whenever he goes over a particularly rough bump in the road. He tries to make the ride, comfortable, really, but it's not easy feat.

Eventually, however, they make it back and Isaac is careful and silent about pulling up.

He takes a minute to look Jack over, lean in a bit from his seat to carefully lay a hand on the side of his face. His eyes try to meet his as he strokes a thumb over an unmarred piece of skin, frowning.

"You're back now... you're safe." He pauses. "I'm going to get out of the car and into bed, okay?" Jack could do with a shower and maybe more, but for now Isaac will tend to his wounds as best he can and let him rest.