Davin is pressing his hand to the wound, doing his best to keep the blood inside. He's murmuring in Gaelic, soft spells and prayers that don't seem to do any good, but his gaze snaps up to James' face when he starts to speak. His words make Davin's chest tighten and then all the air leaves his lungs. He's wanted to hear those words for so long, for James to just accept him as he is, and he can't believe that it's happening now.

"I love you too, James," he gasps out, eyes widening as James' eyes close. "Hey, no, no. James! Stay with me, okay? Ya can't leave me."

Edan comes bounding down the steps with a small brown leather satchel clutched in his jaws, and Davin heaves out a sob as it's set at his feet. Edan chirps and presses himself against Davin's side with a whine, and Davin rips open the bag to find his bottle of healing potion. His eyes are glowing blue, fingertips sparking, and he unscrews the cap before tearing open James' shirt and pouring the entire contents onto the bullet wound.

"There we go, come on James." Davin presses his hands over the wound, watching as the liquid glows a bright purple, and he says the spell to activate it even further. Davin can feel James' skin knitting back together under his fingers and he lets out a shuddering breath as he looks back at James' face again.

"C'mon Jamesy," he pleads. "Wake up, James. Please."