[Helix bites back a noise of pain when a sharp pain shoots up his arm from his twisted wrist. It's close to snapping, any more pressure and it won't be able to resist the tension, that's his body warning him it can't take any more twisting. He struggles a little more and only falls still when Tyki's hand slips into his chest.
His heart damn near stops as his fingers slip inside to play along his ribs. It's an odd feeling, the way he's solid but not, the way he can feel each small thrum of a tap against each bone he touches. How he slides like butter along muscle and tissues keeping everything together. His eyes are widened as he tries to keep himself together. It's familiar, too familiar, like being on a cold table, cut open for a man in a white coat to play with his guts. Only with less blood.
He's trembling, but some how he manages not to lose his shit. He's staying strong. For Reid but mostly for Aidan. He won't scream. He refuses to scream.]
No.
[It's breathless, but still holds that steadfast defiance.]