It was like someone flipped a switch. The second the bat contacted with Nick’s side, he cried out and loosened his hand from around Bradbury’s throat and he dropped the unconscious lump to the ground and his eyes darted around wildly, taking in exactly what he’d done. “Fuck,” he whispered, the connectors finally finding their way from his brain to the rest of his body. “Oh shit,” he whispered as he looked from Bradbury to Spinelli. “Shit, shit, what did I…”
He turned and looked at Wolf. “Call Lexie,” he spoke in a panic, trying to keep his eyes from welling up with tears as he forced himself to stand up straight, ignoring the pain in his ribs as he did. Kneeling over Bradbury, he looked at him and then closed his eyes, standing back up. “Fuck. What the fuck did I… what happened? I… I did this?”
He took a shuddering breath as he turned back around and looked across the room at Spinelli. “Jesus fucking Christ, I…” he looked at Sarah and Wolf again. “I didn’t mean to… to do this, I didn’t!” he spoke, eyes glassy and wide. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop myself, and I don’t know why! I…” he blabbered, realizing that he probably should have stopped talking, but he couldn’t. He needed to explain. He had no idea what came over him. How in the fuck did I do this? he asked himself.