[He turns the handle when Dean indicates it's okay to come in, and he looks over to where Dean's sitting, changing bandages on his arm. His frown deepens immediately as he looks at the bloody, discarded wraps and he itches to offer his inmate help, but doesn't. It looks pretty bad. Not as bad as Derek's arm had looked when he'd been shot with wolfsbane and then tried to make Stiles saw off his arm, but it still doesn't look good.
He hovers in the doorway for a moment before stepping farther inside and shutting the door behind him.]
It looks worse than before. [His voice is quiet, eyes locked on the injury. Why the hell was it still bleeding?]
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He hovers in the doorway for a moment before stepping farther inside and shutting the door behind him.]
It looks worse than before. [His voice is quiet, eyes locked on the injury. Why the hell was it still bleeding?]