[Fugo critically examines his work. He's confident that the arm is as secure as it's going to be with the makeshift sling, but he wouldn't be himself if he didn't check and then double check to make sure it's all clear. When he's done, he looks up at Stiles again; Stiles' face is drawn with pain, but there's a sense of resolution about him. Even though he clearly needs more help than this, Stiles isn't going to let himself get it until he's accomplished what he's meant to do.]

Don't worry about it. I get that a lot. [Fugo rises back to his feet, tucking the knife out of sight again and brushing the dirt off of his knees. Then he offers a hand to to Stiles to help him up.] And no problem. This sort of thing-- it's why I learned about emergency first aid.