He flinched visibly, turning away as if the sound of Sam's voice caused him physical pain - which, in a sense, it did. The thought of Jude decomposing, wasting away to nothing while he was powerless to stop it, suffering through the pain... it made his knees buckle and he had to grip the door-frame with white knuckles to keep himself standing. "No," he whispered. "No, of course I don't want that." He squeezed his eyes shut to keep back the tears that burned his eyes like fire.
Slowly, Cole backed out of the room. "Are... are you going to fix her?" It was a pitiful attempt at hope - possibly the last attempt he'd make for a very long time.