"If none of you can help, then you can stop fucking staring," Jamie snapped. He was scared to death, and it was manifesting as anger. Which didn't help, but it was either that or he'd probably start to cry, which wouldn't do anyone any good.
When his father finally stopped shaking, Jamie felt slightly relieved, but not much. He still wasn't conscious. He grabbed one of the napkins left over from their snack, wiping at his dad's face. That, at least, was something he could do.