"That'd be best, I think," Billy nodded tiredly, slumping down to his knees.

There was no denying that he wasn't feeling well, and he wasn't silly enough to try. He was more concerned about whatever it was that was building, the pressure...given the location, was it spreading?

"I don't know what's happening. Are you sure you didn't feel anything before---before it?"

[His breaths are now short, whatever's inside his back about to burst---it's a serious pain, and a number of lethal scenarios are flashing through his mind.]