It is. A little.

[He knows, very much, those words don't make sense. It shouldn't make sense to need to get yourself medical attention for someone else's sake. If it were just a matter of getting a splint or a cast, it would be nothing. If they had the tech here they did in the Castle, it wouldn't matter. If it were simple like that, he wouldn't have hesitated.]

[This is someone else. Extending their hand, their literal blood for his own foolishness.]

[Maybe it's guilt, more than anything, keeping him from agreeing. The same reason he would hate to go to Sam with something this simple.]

I believe you, that it won't hurt you. And I trust you. [Metal fingers extend, reaching out to cover her hands where they pull and tug at fabric. Part of him still wants to pull away when others see the arm, but she gets a pass. They're alike, aren't they? In this.] You ever feel bad about someone pulling out the stops to clean up a mess you made?

It's... a little like that, I think.

[But if she needs this, too, then... well, it's different, isn't it?]