"Then you will live," Stiles said as he held the glass with Derek, not trusting the werewolf to drop it suddenly. When the water was mostly gone he pulled it back and let Derek down slowly. "Ok, big guy, you need to relax and think of healing. I'm going to cut that shirt off of you and see what I can clean up including your arm."
Stiles knew he should be happy that Derek was hurt and bleeding but all he really was was worried. He didn't know what it meant but he also wasn't going to think on it. He wouldn't let himself become attached to the guy that made his life miserable.