Michael doesn’t feel good either—sweaty and nauseated and feverish—but the thought of Lee continuing to hurt makes him feel even worse. He should have been there. He should have gone out there when he heard it on the radio, saw it on the TV. He’s always causing bad things to happen, like some kind of—
“What—what do you need? What should I do?” he asks, blinking the thought away so hard he sees spots.