Stiles is thankful that the claws are out of his flesh but now all he can smell is his own blood and this is probably the most pain he's ever been in his entire life. He's trying to stay awake because he knows he hit his head pretty hard but it's proving more and more difficult with each shallow, ragged breath he tries to take.

But then Derek is arched over him and he feels the fear inside him lessen just ever so slightly, because at least he's not laying prone and bloody and trembling.

He tries to reach up to Derek but he can't, the pain shooting from his shoulders down to the tips of his fingers. Stiles tries to speak again, but all that comes out are hollow croaks.