[ Alex watches him, grim as hell, trying not to look at the spot on the floor that's still stained from where he lay. When Amos finally finishes and turns back to him, he lets out a hard breath. ]

Amos - I'm dead. That ain't - I didn't think I could survive it, and that's because I didn't. I checked. I was out seven god damn hours Amos, and I didn't breathe once, and you saw how bad it --

[ He was starting to panic again, he could feel it, his heart rate spiking abruptly, the sick feeling curling in his stomach, itching at his throat. ]

I ain't crazy - it fucking happened, Amos--