Tears were escaping and he blinks them away, trying to remain strong, not much longer. He just had to keep breathing, to hold in his sobs as the pain overtook him. The bottles were almost full.

Breathe, breathe, he squeezed James' hand with his own, though he was aware himself that he was probably comforting himself more than James but for a moment there wasn't much in his head except for the pain, and despite the fact that James was doing a lot better than him at hiding it, he knew he was hurting too.

Not much longer... The blood bottles were almost full now. Just breathe.