There wasn't much of anything for Bruce to say. The guy was going to be dead in moments. Even if there were a way to survive the turning into a zombie, the bites were enough to kill him.
"Jack." Bruce repeated. "Just relax, okay?"
It was just a matter of how long. And Bruce hadn't been able to pinpoint any certain pattern of things. Everybody had been different that he'd seen.
"Just breathe."
He knew it wasn't safe to lean over somebody who had been bitten, but he couldn't just let Jack die alone.