Of course. Most do after drug addictions.

"Besides that?"

He was no different.

"There's nothing really doable in this situation, and besides. This is my fight, you guys shouldn't be interfering, you both could get hurt."

Is that a good or bad thing?

"Well, if we don't, you're going to die."

Depended.

"I won't die." He said, as if he had forgotten his torso was still bleeding and his hoodie probably wasn't that green anymore.

On?

"I..." He didn't believe him whatsoever. "Okay."

On, if anyone wanted to take care of a broken minded teenager who had spent most their teen years trapped in their own mind by the toxins in a plant. Toxins in a plant that then kept the addiction up and never let him rest unless he got distracted enough. Such as during this fight.

"So does that mean I can work this out on my own?"

Oooh okay. Yeah.

"If you get any closer to death, no."

Yep.
Shade lifted his scythe again, gaining back his breath now.

"Uh, not sure if I will or won't. Might have to."

Puck was smirking, leaning against a tree.

"Then we're helping."

Shade glared at him, but decided he had no time for this and turned toward Jason and Ash.

"I don't want either of you hurt. No."