"No..I'm not." He narrowed his eyes at the other man and leaned forward having to pick up his own leg and try and yank it away from Derek. He was grateful for the attempt to remove his pain but Stiles still felt as though he deserved it all. "I can't...feel my legs!" He huffed out at the other and tried moving off toward the edge of the mattress, but the rest of his body didn't completely agree with him.
"I can't feel anything from below my knees...like it's not even there. I can barely see anything....and I'm just losing my goddamn mind!" He looked down at himself half laying there in the bed. He realized what it was that could be doing all of this. The mood changes. The memory loss. Everything.
"No...." He murmured more to himself than to Derek...