"You've been frequentin' the wrong sort of military doctors, then," Jackson stated, walking over to a cupboard to pull some disinfectant out of it. From the next one over, he grabbed a bottle of bourbon from the back of a shelf., where it had been mostly hidden behind actual medicine. "Why don't you have a seat," he suggested, with a nod towards the nearest medical bed. He grabbed a couple of glasses, as well as some cotton swipes and bandages, and put the supplies on a small trolley to roll it over to the bed.