Jack swallows.

It did feel like forever. He stares down at his hands, breathing slowly. He's safe now. It's over.

But that doesn't mean it didn't happen. The memories are still there, distant for the moment, but Jack knows that as soon as they take him off of whatever they've got him on right now they'll be right at the forefront of his mind, and whatever injuries he has left will be constant reminders.

He sighs and closes his eyes. Maybe he can just. Fade back into the drug-induced haze and not worry about it right now.