"Doesn't mean much, if you're running on adrenaline. I've heard of animals with broken legs that went for miles before being captured. I think tonight counts as 'adrenaline inducing'."
Derek rolled up the leg of Stiles' pants and carefully unlaced his shoe, pulling it off and then rolling his sock down. He sucked in a breath at the swelling and bruising. "Merlin. I can't tell, with all of that. Try pointing your foot and wiggling your toes."