[ Robin's slid halfway down the chair by now, casting his eyes toward the ceiling and wondering about the odds of spontaneous human combustion. He feels useless enough already, and having his teammates treat a broken leg like a life-threatening injury isn't helping...

(though it's kind of flattering anyway) ]

Guys! Guys, it's okay. I'm not dying.

[ Unfortunately. ]

And like they said, my leg's not getting any more broken.

[ He pats the chair next to him. ]

I, uh... I saved you a seat.