"Shut up, Timmy," Jason rejoined, without heat, as his little brother helped him onto the gurney. Sam's quick first aid was keeping enough blood on the inside of Jason that he was still semi-alert. He propped his leg up on whatever was piled at the end of the gurney to keep the limb elevated. The floaty feeling that was starting to wash over him as the adrenaline faded warned that he'd regret raising his head to look. "Not my fault everyone wants to dance with me. They're sucked in by my boyish charm."
Jason closed his eyes for a moment once he was settled and gathered himself as best he could. Exhaustion was setting in. The tension had faded as soon as Dick's gentle "Jaybird" had reached his ears. Whatever else lay between them, Jason knew that, when Dick sounded like that, he was safe.