"An' boots," Davin says quietly, shutting his eyes for a moment and not quite meeting anyone's eyes. "They both had on steel-toed boots. I think I have broken ribs."

The paramedics nod and one of them gives him a look full of pity, and Davin swallows hard and looks away. Jason's hand is on his shoulder and Davin is grateful for it, looking up at him and sniffling a bit.

When Jason offers to help him up, he nods and holds out his hand. One of the paramedics tuts at them. "He really should - "

"I can walk," Davin says stubbornly, and lets Jason help him up. He cries out from the pain but manages to get mostly upright, leaning heavily against Jason as they shuffle out to the ambulance. He's getting blood all over Jason's clothes but he doesn't seem to mind, and Davin is so fucking grateful for him. "Thank you."