"I'm fine." Like a kick of the leg when a Doctor hit that specific muscle, the response was automatic and well practiced. If Raylan were capable of expressing how not fine he was, he might, but only in private. No one else would know about the nightmares of watching men die in horrible ways that haunted him some nights, the ones that got him up and out of bed and back to work so he didn't have to think about it.

"No haulin' shit up from the basement either. They can get someone else to do it or I'll come by and do it myself." Don't put it past him. "You think you'll be goin' to the hospital?"

The EMT looks back up at Ganymede expectantly. They couldn't make him do anything he didn't want to do, but the EMT knew what should happen.