His heart drops into his stomach every time Davin makes a pained noise, but he knows if the roles were reversed, Jason wouldn't want to go out on a gurney either. So he takes most of Davin's weight, an arm around his waist, the other holding Davin's arm around his own neck, and he helps Davin up into the ambulance. "Anytime, Dav," he says, giving him a grin.

Jason climbs up into the ambulance next and then the paramedics pile in. They slam the door shut, hit the lights, and drive off. Two of the paramedics start to clean more of Davin's wounds. Jason watches, crouching close so Davin can concentrate on him, and he takes Davin's hand in his. He's covered in the guy's blood, but that's the least of his worries now. "Just a little longer and you'll be home, bud."