"Don't get cocky, you little shithead..." he groans, his forehead falling down on your shoulder. "This is a one time thing..."

Obviously, he couldn't drop his arrogant jerk act even with the blood oozing from the wound on his chest. Jason hated relying on others to begin with, but the fact that it was you—his long-standing rival—helping him, was a huge blow to his ego. The stubborn idiot almost bled out before calling you, and now his huge frame was nearly crushing you as he struggled to walk.