He grits his teeth against the pain from his leg as he sits, and he swallows the pills down gratefully. His mind is catching up to the proceedings slowly, sluggish from both the sickness and his rather black mood; now that he's settling down from the treatment of his leg, resentment is stirring in him, hot and annoyed, at the blackguard that did this. At the very least he isn't beating himself up as much anymore, as he's getting his punishment now.

Sighing, he turns his face against Watson's neck again, nuzzling against him.

"Stay with me," he murmurs, and he winds his arm around Watson's middle.