"Yeah, okay, yeah," Mitchell mumbled, leaning in closer down to Annie to listen to a faint heart beat. The werewolf smell in the room was the only thing that reminded him of the other two's presense. "You gotta stay with me, Annie. Please... Nina is going to heal you, okay. You are going to be fine. You understand that?" He wasn't sure who he was trying to reassure. Both could need it. And for him there was only one clear option: she would pull through. There was no other way.