[He makes a soft, almost pained noise when Keith does this-- can tell it's Keith's need to reassure him, and god you really don't need to be reassuring him right now, focus on yourself, please--]
[But he takes his hand in his, his touch impossibly gentle. The hand on Keith's chest curls a little before lifting, touching his cheek, then his forehead, pushing back his hair-- trying to soothe him, despite it all.]
You've lost a lot of blood. I need to stop it but-- it's going to hurt. [Fair warning.]