"Me too what?" says Jay, genuinely bewildered. "Fuck, Tim..." He moves his hands to Tim's chest, pressing down as best he can on the worst of the wounds. He can actually do it, too. "I think I'm getting solid?" he says, just hoping Tim can actually hear him. "I just - I just destroyed that - whatever. Zombie? Is this a fucking zombie nightmare?"

Honestly.

He grits his teeth, feeling the distant sensation of actually doing so, as he applies pressure to Tim's chest. "I'm gonna help you," he says doggedly, like he has any fucking idea how.