Oh, Jamie, Billy will thank you for showing some restraint with the stick. His head's just been thumped, and...yeah, it's not as bad as Jamie's injury (by his own hands), but hardly a walk in the park.

"I'm so sorry, Jamie," he croaks out in what would have been a normal sincere lament if not for the vocal damage left by constant growling. "You're injured and it's all my fault. I jarred your leg, and your head---and I would've shot you if I'd been the slightest unit of strength weaker. I may never be able to atone for that, but I'll die trying."