Jack kneeled next to Jimmy's lifeless body, and began to shook him firmly. "Wake up, Jimmy! Come on, say something...anything." Jack begged with the unconcious crewhand. Jimmy opened his eyes a little bit and looked at Jack, smiling a little...he was unable to talk. "Don't worry Jim, I'm here...I'll take care of you." Jack whispered. Jack laid Jimmy on his bed and stripped his shirt off, gently covering him with a blanket. "Englehorn? Englehorn, get your ass in here!" Jack shouted. Captian Englehorn ran into the cabin, in shock but not suprised. "Get some help!" Jack demmanded. Englehorn raced down the hall, calling for help.
Jimmy woke up, naked...but under a nice cool blanket. Sweat was continously beating down his brow still, and now another sympton had showed up...Pain. Jimmy felt like he was laying on a thousand needles; his eyes wandered around the cabin. There he saw Jack, sleeping soundly in a chair next to his bed. Jimmy extended his hand and gently brushed it against Jack's arm, he jumped up and then gazed on at Jimmy. "Hey...feeling better?" Jack asked. Jimmy shook his head and then moaned softly. "What happened, Mr.Driscoll?" Jimmy asked in a raspy whisper. "You were poisoned, Jimmy...and we don't know if you will be all right. But I know you will." Jack smiled and took Jimmy's hand. "I know it" Jack repeated softly.