Cole stared up at his friend, suddenly seized by the overwhelming desire for this to all be one long nightmare. He could handle it being a nightmare - one he'd never forget, of course - but at least then it wouldn't be real.
He didn't know what to say. He held Jude as her whimpers became quieter, less human and more something else. Even as the smell grew worse he still breathed, sucking in death and exhaling-- what? Life? Was that what it was? His best friend was telling him that he'd brought a woman back from the dead - either he was insane or it was true, and neither option was better. Neither was preferable.
"You brought Jude back from the dead," he repeated, his voice hollow. "Sam, that's... impossible." He gingerly laid Jude on the couch, whispering that he'd be right back before following his friend into a room he'd never seen before. He stopped just inside the doorway, backing against the wall in horror when he saw the machine.
"Oh my God," he breathed, his voice catching in his throat. "Sam... it was you. This is your machine, oh god, what have you done." He bit his tongue to keep back his own whimpers, practically choking on them. "Sam. Sam, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"