He doesn't need the help. Jason can go hunker down somewhere else and wait for the pain to lessen so he can start taking stock of where he's at. The glass is a problem, given the angle it's stuck into his shoulder. He could get to it, but it wouldn't be easy. At least it's embedded in the arm that's already fucked, rather than the one he's been leaning onto for everything else.

Bigby sounds a little like Bruce, which pisses him off more than anything else. The disappointed sigh, like Jason's letting him down. His eyes narrow, but Jason bites his tongue before he manages to say anything too stupid.

"I ain't afraid of doctors." He doesn't like people knowing how fucked he is; it's a visible weakness, and even worse: it's being vulnerable near someone while they're poking and prodding at his weak points. But he rolls his eyes and turns his back to Bigby. Tips his head enough to make it easier to reach for the glass sticking out of him. "Have fun, don't break off any bits into me."