"We can go to the infirm," he suggested, not wanting to force Az into doing something she didn't want to. He couldn't have done it, he knew it.
Luckily, Az was a tough girl and after a moment of half-baked hesitation, she managed to pull it out of his foot. Jean had wisely looked away, hissing in pain as the piece of glass came out of his foot. That'd hurt.
"Thanks, love," he murmured, hazarding a glance down. Oh hell, there was still blood. He quickly averted his gaze before his stomach revolted.