( a little beat up, but when isn't he? jason raises a hand to wipe at the blood falling down his cheek, hisses at the sting of fabric against a fresh wound, but it's no big deal. the arm might be a little more serious, but he can still move all his fingers when he flexes them, so he's taking that as a sign it's good enough not to be a major concern. and he can take a deep breath without choking on it even if it hurts, so his ribs aren't fucked up enough to warrant medical attention either.
it's the exhaustion that has his shoulders sagging, but he's still reaching out a hand--not the one connected to his maybe fractured arm--and offers it out to bruce. )
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( a little beat up, but when isn't he? jason raises a hand to wipe at the blood falling down his cheek, hisses at the sting of fabric against a fresh wound, but it's no big deal. the arm might be a little more serious, but he can still move all his fingers when he flexes them, so he's taking that as a sign it's good enough not to be a major concern. and he can take a deep breath without choking on it even if it hurts, so his ribs aren't fucked up enough to warrant medical attention either.
it's the exhaustion that has his shoulders sagging, but he's still reaching out a hand--not the one connected to his maybe fractured arm--and offers it out to bruce. )