"Lie down, Bennet," Jackson shakes his head, not expecting his lover to come to him. He is worse off, after all.

Tentatively, he presses his weight forward onto his feet, and at once utter agony shoots up his broken leg. There is no way it will bear any weight. And, with a broken wrist as well, crutches are not going to make life much easier. But there is a chair, just close enough for him to hook with his good foot and pull closer. With a deep breath, he lets himself fall onto it before he can talk himself out of it.

The pain, for a moment, makes him feel faint. But it passes, and he has succeeded in transferring himself off of his bed. From there, it's a simple matter of using his good leg to push himself closer to Drake's bed.

Genius, if he does say so himself.