“Sam – no – “ Jimmy tries to shove at Sam’s chest but it’s as if all strength has left his body. Somewhere, deep in his awareness, he’s panicking, screaming, thrashing against the magic that makes his body feel weak and numb, but that voice, that understanding of the situation, feels far away. Jimmy mumbles something and relents only vaguely conscious of the warmth of his own blood running down his neck and Sam’s suckling.