"Hush, Homer, hush now."

Drake keeps up the litany of reassurance as he climbs the stairs, before laying Jackson as gently as he can on their bed.

He parts his clothes, but his skin is so bruised and scraped that Drake hasn't the first idea where to start. And he's sure Jackson's leg isn't supposed to bend that way.

Drake is entirely out of his depth.

"Tell me how to help you. Please."