He was almost in a daze as he sat down, watching Kendall disappear for a moment before reappearing with the doctor that was only vaguely familiar to him. His eyes widened at the doctor's words, shaking his head quickly and feeling bashful as his cheeks warmed to a pleasant color.
"Not sick. I fell in the mud but... I hurt my hand. Well, wrist," he clarified, gingerly holding up his hurt arm for the doctor to look. "I sort of...fell out of a tree?"
"In the trees with Kendall, hm?" The man leaned over to examine him with a few muttered words, grasping his forearm with one hand to steady it and lightly touching his swollen wrist. Jack couldn't help but wince, gritting his teeth against a louder outburst. Couldn't have the whole tavern knowing he'd gone and hurt himself. He really didn't need that level of hovering.
"Smarts, eh?" The doctor raised a brow, observing how tense Jack was over such a small touch. Once he relaxed again he palpated the area gently until he'd observed all he needed to, releasing him with a small sigh and turning to address Kendall instead with an affectionate pat to her shoulder. "Seems broken. He'll just need it bandaged, he'll be fine. No liftin' with that arm until it heals, though. Think you can manage, girly?"
Jack made a small noise of protest, frowning and shaking his head. "Can't you do it?"
The doctor chuckled, gesturing over his shoulder at the bar. "Boy, I came for yer wedding. And drink. I didn't bring anything here, but we can get to my place if you can manage it," he offered with a shrug, not finding it to be such an emergency that leaving the party was necessary.