[Hank's body accepts the help - for a second, anyway, right up until his mind realizes what it's done and he tries to pull away. He doesn't have the strength, the stability, or even the room to get very far, but as far as Hank is concerned wanting it as badly as he does is enough.]

I'd rather die than let an android try to heal me. Why don't you just toddle on off... [He falters, trying to figure out where it'd even go, if there's even a place to go outside of wherever it is they are.] ...anywhere else. CyberLife's not here, they won't know if you don't act like the perfect little android, running around making sure all the pieces of this machine are fully functional.