"Shit, son. Shit." Jon didn't know what else to say to Edward, he was being pinned on the floor and the guard was yelling at him but he wasn't listening. Edward was awake at least, as long as he stayed awake, it might be okay. He wasn't too bad off, he would be fine. Bolton was insane, it was not legally allowed to throw fucking patients like that.

He shoved at the guard above him and started to yell over the noise around him. "Get Nygma to a doctor! If he dies here, your asses are on the fucking line. MOVE!"

So he cared. Huh. Jon didn't like it. Not one bit.