"On what? My back?" Jason argues, giving the operator their address before hanging up. Sure, he'd carry Davin to the hospital himself if the situation called for it, but there's nothing keeping an ambulance from reaching them. And he's a little nervous about any damage he can't see. "No piggy backs for you, boss."

He sits on the floor beside Davin and starts to look him over for serious injuries. There's a lot of blood and he bets there's a few broken ribs. "Christ. What'd you do, call them chicken?" It's a serious situation, but Davin's the type to joke it off, so Jason tries to keep things light. "I saw them leaving. Forgot my keys and we had a conversation."