"Tim?" He turns back sharply when he hears that cough, hears it worsen. He floats over as fast as he can. "No, nononono, Tim!"

He crouches down, or rather just sinks into the floor a little ways, resting his hands on Tim's quaking back, trying desperately, hopelessly, to soothe and still him. "Tim!" he cries. "Come on, buddy, stay with me!"

Almost word for fucking word.

He doesn't remember seizing up on the lawn behind Alex's old house but it happened, and Tim pulled him out of that too.

Why can't he make this stop?

"Tim, please," he begs, pressing a little harder, trying to will it away.