Is he hurt? Yes... He hurts all over, in fact, but getting tossed around will do that to a person, no matter how soft a landing it wound up being. But there is one specific part of him right now that draws his immediate concern, though he is momentarily distracted from it by Wilhelm's sudden appearance. Turns out relief will always trump pain and fear, or maybe that's just because it's Wilhelm himself involved.

His hands spring up, curling first around the other boy's arms, then down to grip at his wrists where his face sits in between. With now Wilhelm confirmed real and tangible, his mind decides he has more than enough capability now to really let that fear sink in.

"M-My leg — I think something bit me..."

His eyes dart down to the injured calf; he can just make out the blood from this angle.

"Wille." He looks torn, for a second. As if saying more would just be some kind of inconvenience. "I can't move anything past my knee..."