"And nothing?" He leans heavily against Stiles' chest, just focusing on his breathing, which was getting harder with the worse the pain got. He started choking on what he knew was more of the black blood as his body tried to heal itself despite the Wolf's Bane running through his system.

"Don't, Stiles. Don't. I'm sorry." He drops a hand down to rest on Stiles' thigh and squeezes gently, claws still out and pressing into the denim. "I... I can't get up again, Stiles. I'm not going anywhere."