Re: 6th
Filling the hole with soil once more was far easier than digging it, which meant that most of Derek's attention was focused on Stiles: listening to his movements, his breath, even catching his pulse occasionally. Using all of his senses meant Derek didn't have to think as much.
It also meant the second Stiles' pace faltered, Derek knew. He lifted his head, eyes going wide as he looked out to the forest and heard the sound of twigs snapping, deep thumps in the loam, and finally that one word. Derek.
He ran without thinking, sprinting through the woods at a pace that would've been his limit with a healthy, whole body, let alone still healing as he was. It didn't matter. He let the pain fade into the background, swallowed down coughs. He tracked Stiles' shaky, short breaths and his stuttering pulse as the got louder. Derek couldn't shift when he was still healing this much, but that didn't stop him from leaping across logs and when the steep hill approached, leaping down that too. He landed near the end of its slope, rolling to break the fall before turning and spotting Stiles.
In a heartbeat he was crouched over the human, skimming his palms over his limbs before cupping his face. "Where are you hurt?"