Jason waved his hand at both of his brothers as the medical staff descended on him. "Shoo. I'm good. Don't want you seeing me in my skivvies anyway." He frowned as one of the staff said something to him, then scowled. "You are not cutting off a damn thing. Unlace the boots, undo the fly, and take my shit off like a normal person. I see those stupid sheers anywhere near my clothes, I will break your fingers. And don't you dare touch the mask."
He was still threatening the staff as they wheeled him off to a curtained area where they could divest him of his armor in relative privacy, and keep him stable until one of the doctors could get to him to fully treat the wound.