"No, no no no, Wyatt, what are you..." Howard sinks down too, helping lay Wyatt down on his side, and crumples over himself, bleeding head angling a bit too far to the left. Like Wyatt did once before, Howard reaches a hand over to Wyatt's chest and looks for the heartbeat, and he lets out a nervous giggle of relief that it's still there.

"You're okay. It's okay, Wy. I got you." He can feel Wyatt's muscles starting to jerk beneath him. He bites his lip and grabs the contents of his bag, which he hasn't gotten a chance to examine, foolishly letting himself believe just for a moment that he might have grabbed medicine from the Cornucopia.

But there is none, so instead he uses the sleeping bag to try and prop Wyatt's head up in a more comfortable position and holds some of the coconut water to Wyatt's lips while the disappointment and fear soaks into his leaden heart.

"Talk to me, man, talk to me."