Jason shook his head and bit his lower lip. "Why? I'm too weak too do any good. It makes no sense why you would waste time and effort on a man who means nothing." He says. A quivering in his voice. He nodded his head. "Please. It really hurts." he says softly. Trying to keep the pain out of his voice. It was digging in just a bit into the artery. Luckily she began to pull it out with the tweezers before it dug in too much. His heart was racing a bit and his breath was rushing a bit as well. He held it still as possible and barely registered the path to the couch. He hissed in pain when the disinfectant hit the very open wound. Whimpering a second later as it continued to sting. "So weak..." he whispers. "...I'm so weak." He bit his lower lip. Glad when it was bandaged securely and the pressure would stop the bleeding. "I think it started digging into my artery." he whispers. If she went to move he would cling to her hand with the one that didn't hurt. "Don't go...not yet." he pleads. Recoiling and withdrawing a second later. "Sorry." He says. Apologizing for the strange action of wanting to keep her near. "For a moment...I thought...I thought I was someone else. That I was a kid who could see and was holding his best friend close. Forgive me...please." He pleaded with her.