... will you just stay back, dammit.

[He tries to sound authoritative, but it just ends up cracked as he puts his hand up, head bowed for a moment. The shame of his panic passes over his features before he tries to walk again. He talks through it, hands clenched into shaking fists. It's hot all around him. He feels it. Sooner or later it's going to burn, and then his skin will melt away, and his eyes'll--

He shakes his his head.]

I can do this.

I'll do this, alright? Just... walk me through the medical shit if I need it. I can do this.