"He made me send you that letter," Nicholas continued, desperate to at least say that before he inevitably fell asleep again. "Made me say those things. I'm so sorry."
"We knew it wasn't you," JJ rushed to say. "We knew you needed help."
That was when Nicholas choked back a sob and he covered his face with the hand Jesse wasn't holding. "I knew I was dying," he whispered. "I could feel it. Patrick said it had been over a month. I haven't eaten in over a month." The tiny scraps the Antichrist had given him just to keep him feeling hungry didn't count for shit.