[ Jack wasn't precisely worried about being stuck in the room although he supposed the higher the water got, the more concerned he'd have to be. He didn't like all those mean words on the pages though. That got him upset. He doesn't like being reminded of his biological father, it feels like he should be over that. He broke a table over it and that made him feel better.

He isn't very good at charades either but he's a direct person even while using an attempt at sign language to his new friend who helped open the door. Jack steps out with several boxes of medicine held tightly in his hands since that's the reason he came in the first place. He wanted to help, he heard the hospital could use them. The water did get up to his waist so his pants are completely soaking wet and his hair too, and he would try to wave at Bob, but he can't move his arms. ]

I don't think we should. [ He takes Bob's idea at face value. ] I haven't gotten a second pair of clothing yet.

[ He offers Bob some of the medicine so they can share the load there, they're two people so they have more options, and he frowns when he sees the blood. ]

Would you like me to heal that? Blood is not good.