Billy caught at Stu's sweater, like he could shake him into action, but seeing his own fear reflected in those wide eye was terrifying. The danger hadn't registered properly until now. It never did. Fear and anger were the emotions that came easy, a fact that he was bitter about when reflecting on his inability to feel.

"Don't let me turn. Don't let me turn into one of them, Stu-" He tried to apply pressure above the wound, trying to remember how to tie a tourniquet.