Jack hung up the phone and quietly turned to Norville, who was still jotting notes on a piece of paper. He walked over to him and patted him on the back once before sitting back down next to Ace. "Thanks." He replied to Norville. He looked back down at Ace and murmured quietly, " Don't worry, sweetie... Help is on the way.... So just hold on for a little bit longer, ok?" Jack knew that Ace was against the ideas of having a prosthetic, but he didn't have a choice; Ace was dying and this was something that even modern medicine couldn't fix. He could only hope that Ace would eventually forgive him for his choice.