Waiting patiently and kicking his legs a bit, almost resembling a little boy, Dan glanced around the room he had been placed in. It was a dark red, almost a black. but somehow retaining it's color just enough to show through. He just hoped he wouldn't be adding anymore red to the bed right now, just to make sure of that, he placed his right hand over his lower spine, trying to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. The touch, even though it was expected, made him wince and suck in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. His amber gaze fell upon a grandfather clock, watching the chime within it swing back and forth, ticking. It made him sad somehow, he wasn't sure why, perhaps he had hit his head after all to be affected by such things. Or maybe, just maybe, he was being affected by something else... What it was, was unknown to the young man, but he would continue to ponder it until Jeff returned.
Still staring at the clock, he listened to the sound of footsteps coming closer, eventually lifting his gaze to meet with his friend's. Dan took the ammo that was handed to him gratefully, he didn't have as much on him as he would've liked, so this would do nicely. He inserted one clip into his hand canon, stowing the others into his vest sheathe. It was a slight embarrassment for him to be so...weak. He wasn't used to it, at all.
Upon hearing Jeff inquire where he hurt most, Dan responded by removing his hand from his back and tapping near the bloodstained area on his vest. "It's near the middle of my spine..." He winced a bit more, quickly covering it up with his well-known lopsided smirk. "The damn thing ruined my nice vest. It was a favorite of mine." He gave a lighthearted laugh, trying his best not to wince at the action. Covering up pain was a thing that Daniel had never truly been good at, in fact, he tended to wear most of his afflictions on his sleeves. It had cost him before, and he knew it would cost him again. What? He didn't know, and he hoped he would never find out. He owed a debt, so he came and joined the knights to pay it off, all because he was so damn clumsy with his emotions. Drinking had become a bit of a habit, and would always comfort him when he was in any kind of pain, physical or emotional.
So, what would be the pain of asking?
"Before we get to fixing my back...Do you think this ol' boy could have a drink?" He tilted his gaze to Jeff, giving a pleading look in his face. He didn't feel bad about begging, in fact that would definitely not be the lowest he had gone in order to get something he wanted, but hey, he really wanted that drink right about now. "I know they're old an all, but they must have something, right? Even wine would do me" He gave another wide, yet pained smile. "Please? For a friend?"