"Scott-"

"My knee, nothing on my knee-"

"You put the blunt-force trauma there." 

"Shoulder?"

"If you get shot in the shoulder, you'll be down an arm for good." 

"I can do the arm if he can hold the burn."

He looks at Kaede.

"I'll do whatever I need to do—if I can relocate the damage I could just take the shot myself—"

"Take the burn, I'll take the shot. Stab the place where you want it, then stab me anywhere."

He hands Kaede the knife.

...feet will hinder him if he needs to run, hand needs to be used—left upper arm. He doesn't hesitate.

Stabbing himself hurts, predictably. 

Yes. Yes it does. He sucks it up and hands it back to Scott.

"I think you have to stab me for it to work. I've never tried it any other way."

Scott holds out his own arm, ripe for the stabbing. 

What a horrible object.

He does it anyway.

He grimaces.

"Sorry, I wish-"

Kaede is distracted from that by the sudden searing pain in his arm!

Wow okay he chokes back a scream and throws the knife away, squirming towards a wall and curling up into a ball.

The pain fades to a dull ache, and the skin on his arm begins to itch.

"Sorry. It's hard to warn for that. Which floor is she on?"

"—bandage? And, um. It's complicated, I should lead you to her."

Bandage!

"Here, take some for the road." 

"Show me."

He follows.

And he closes the door and then unlocks it.

The room welcomes them in.

"...complicated. Okay. Take me to the patient." 

Stiles continues not to open his smart mouth. 

He's been roughed up enough today. He follows at Kaede's heels. 

After everyone's inside he closes the door and opens it again. "How are we going to access her—she's probably having surgery done to her now—"