[there might be a few bits and bobs here and there; it's a little sticky, and he flinches, but given how much that whole thing seemed to hurt that's kind of icing on the cake]

I didn't--I didn't do anything--I couldn't do anything--

[he scrabbles his fingers in the leaves, looking at you a little wild-eyed, he isn't sure what happened, how did you get hurt, the last thing he remembers you were denying him and letting the worst thing he could imagine happen to him, did you save him after all...]