[ floating by him like a stray plastic carrier bag in the wind ]

Yeah, I'm. [ full of breaky little bits - no no it's psychological probably it's fine he's fine ] Mmmn. Feelin' light as a feather yet weighed down with guilt.

[ he knows that's not what he means, and yet. ]

Hey, see if one of those desks has bandages or something in the drawers? It's a long shot but - but sometimes there's useful stuff.