The blood type question had him pause for a moment, then a little smile acknowledged the tone in Tim's voice. "Not sure, but I can spare a pint or two, I'm sure others could too."
"That's a check, you're both going to be okay." Dick chuckled as Jay babbled a little, turning to look at his younger brother, "as if I'd let him get close enough to try." A quizzical frown followed and he shook his head slightly, "magic gun?"
They'd made the med centre by then, and Dick relinquished Sam into the care of the Doctors, passing on all the information they needed to treat him. He'd done all he could, it was over to the more qualified staff to finish the job.