"No, I - I'm-" He lets out an agonized hiss through his teeth, pressing his hand harder against his stomach, almost as if he's trying to compress the pain into submission. "I was dreaming about - about Alex," he says between shallow breaths. "He shot me and I woke up, and-" His teeth clench and his words unfurl into a shapeless cry. "I remember, I remember what it felt like, okay, I remember everything, it - it felt like this. It felt like this."

This isn't just some cramp or a burst appendix. He can feel the fucking bullet. He can still feel the impact, rattling his bones.

"Tim," he says aimlessly, panicked, looking up at him with eyes even wider than usual. "What if it's taking me back?"