"I'm trying..." Isaac was taller and heavier than he was, making this awkward. But still, Stiles managed to sling an arm around his shoulder, pulling them both standing. Shakily, he started to walk, doing his best not to jostle the other man.

He felt this was futile--that there wasn't a way this would work, but he had to try. Letting his mate die like this...he wouldn't be able to live with himself, afterwards.