[ God, he sounds terrified. Trevor continues to try not to notice. Try not to put things together, try to regard the burns and the bloodstained sheets and the corpses and the silver cables as a series of unrelated things, because if he puts them all together he'll start thinking and he can't afford to do that right now.

What comes out next isn't in a friendly tone. It's not an attempt at softness, because he doesn't trust himself with that right now. Instead? It comes out as if he's giving commands in a battle. Stern, unshakably confident and unwilling to accept argument. ]

Back into the bed. I'll turn around, and you do it yourself. Put the gauze in the liquid and then over the burns. Cover yourself when you're done, so I can turn back.