[The one, single, shining good thing about this whole thing is that the cough Art gives is a dry one-- okay, okay great, at least he's not bleeding into his lungs or something equally horrible.]
Yeah, well, I'll put that to the list of things you owe me for.
[Stiles winces and breathes in through his nose, half-disbelieving and half praying to every deity he can name that he doesn't have to watch Art die right here in front of him, because as much as he might distrust the guy, he doesn't want him to die, that's pretty extreme, I mean, sure, he wants Peter Hale to die, and someone like Theo would probably be better off dead... but then Peter is a psychopath and he's like 99.7% sure Theo is too. Art, though? Sketchy, sure, too good at answering without answering at all, but that doesn't make him a mass-murderer.
So, by everything holy, he's going to make sure the guy lives.]
Okay, okay, so-- where... I mean, that doesn't exactly tell me how badly you're hurt. Did the monsters get you? Was it something else? And more importantly, where do you need bandages?