[ He grabs Amos' wrist automatically, but not to stop him from checking his pulse. More to just reassure himself that Amos was there and whole. To ground himself. ]

But I shouldn't be. You saw it. I just - I filled out like someone blowin' up a damn balloon. That shouldn't be possible. So what the hell is it? Am I - Hell, am I infected with something, or - or am I some sort of --

[ He cut off, trying to swallow down the bile that threatened to rise. ]

What the hell happened to me?