[Unintentional as it is, Kurt’s recoiling pulls Logan’s own hand out of the path of another strike from his own claws. Instead they lodge into the ground and Logan is jarred out of his fury at the sound of his friend’s pain.]

Oh shit— Kurt!

[First aid is not his strong suit. He can distinctly remember making Hank cringing over some of his makeshift tourniquets and field dressings. Still, the blood seeping through Kurt’s fingers makes him desperate to do something, and worried that any effort to undo the mess he’s made will be just as quickly rebuffed. Why would anyone trust his hands now, after all?]

I’m sorry, I’m sorry… [His babbled apologies bring his voice back down to a whisper as he closes his hands tightly around Kurt’s forearm to quell the flow of blood to his hand.]

Keep pressure. We’ll tie it with something. I shouldn’t have… No, more of that. It’s not worth it. We’ll figure something else out.