Shiro, breathe. Don't look down at it, just- Look at me, all right? [It's stupid but it's all he can think of to distract him from the sight. He turns his hands a little under Shiro's grip so that he can grasp at his arms too, give him some support even though the blood between them is so prevalent. Keith tries his damnest to steady his voice.]
Neither of us... we're not hurt. This is going to pass and we're both going to be fine.