"Stop that." If they sound harsh it's only the drugs. Mostly the drugs. "There was nothing you could do." They're not in a state of mind right now to be able to comfort him, to tell him that it's fine and not his fault. They're struggling to even speak clearly and hold still. The haldol is fighting the amphetamine and the room is still so cold, half-shadowed.
"It was so fast. There were so many. I only had time to put Kevin through the door. They would kill him if they knew what he can do. They would have tazed you, or shot you. They knew, Michael. I don't know how they knew to do this but they knew. I can't think. It's all just noise. I can't do anything. I could if I slept. They knew to keep me awake. Michael, what is happening in the District? What is going on?"