( He focuses on Scott's grip, tries to focus on Cora's voice, but he shakes his head. )

We can't call her, she'd never let me back out. I can do this. I can - breathe. I can - Scott. What if you - take it. Pull the - the pain, the craving. Could it work?

( Scott doesn't know. He looks at Cora again, then down at Stiles, in pain. He'll try, anyway, one hand letting go of his shoulder to grab bare forearm. Could this work? )