[Alucard places his other hand over Trevor's as well, keeping it wrapped up in his cold hands. His thumbs try to massage whatever skin he can, like that's going to fix any of this.]

Right now we really need to monitor your head. That means resting, I'm afraid.

[Worse. Without anything to look at, there's more time for Trevor's stupid possum brain to come up with shitty scenarios.]

I don't want you in your own head right now.