"Nest of vampires," Stiles mutters grumpily, finally cleaning off the wounds on Derek's neck but leaving them exposed to the air in hopes that they heal faster. "Who the hell looks at a nest of vampires and goes, yep. Gonna go in there! Who the hell."

Derek isn't even listening. Stupid blood loss. Groaning, he checks Derek over before just resting a hand on his chest again, patting lightly. "Let's get you to bed, big guy. I'm gonna assume you didn't lose so much blood that you're going to spontaneously die on me."