[ Even with her holding his hands, they still tremble - it isn't something he has any control over, and he looks queasy. He stares at her hands instead of at her face.

He is perfectly warm, has a normal pulse. Hell, even has a healed arm.

But he shouldn't.

He should be dead. ]

I watched it, Gunny. I didn't take a single breath for seven hours. I was a husk. I felt it happenin', and I just--

[ He clenched his fists tight. ]

It ain't right.