"You're not, though." He followed, unconcerned that he'd been rebuffed. He'd rather expected that; Frost didn't seem like the type to just blindly accept friendship. That was fine; Jack liked a challenge.

"I mean, first it gets infected, then you've probably got a blood cot cuz o' the horse-- and it's a horse, cuz only horses got iron shoes, by the way-- seriously, go and get that looked at. I know injuries."