[ It has taken some time, some definitely trial and error -with mixed results- but Will has learned that leaving is the last thing James should do. Even though that is the only thought in the other man's mind at the moment.

Reaching up, slowly in a way that hasn't yet triggered the Soldier, Will moved to set his palm gently against James' sternum; right above his heart. It was a light touch, one that could be easily moved away from -he knew better than to grab- but was physical contact all the same.

Will also remained in his crouch by the bed, keeping his head lower than his friend's. It was a deliberately non-threatening posture and like the touch, designed so that James could move away from it at any time. ]

James. [ The name was uttered in that soft, coaxing tone. ] You need to stay here. You've lost a lot of blood, you still need to clean the wound and you know ... you know this is a safe place for you to be.