"Support." He repeated the word with a tone of mocking amusement, before coughing again. What did Raine hope to do? Compliment him? Whisper sweet things in his ear and assure him things would be okay? What a joke. The last person who offered to get help for him suffered greatly for that mistake.

He placed his hands back against the wall, pushing himself to his feet. The claw produced a faint scraping sound against the cold stone. "Get out. I won't ask you again."