Wheeling Gull Isle and the worms ate into his brain

Her voice surprises him. It is crackling and strained, and he isn't a doctor so he can't make the connection between her throat and the poppies, but his ears fall back regardless and he presses his nose against her cheek again. She was concerned for him and that also shocked him, but it was closer to the norm so he let it slide. If she was worrying over him then maybe everything was alright. She seemed to be okay, anyways.

M'gee, Mou w.. w.. he wanted to say worried, and of course he could not. Instead he was gasping a little bit and the sounds were nothingness, just delfating wheezes. The boy was so tired of being unintelligible! They had fixed his legs, his ribs, his throat even, but still his voice was gone! He wanted to say so many things.

Hhh-eye whha sc.. sc.. scah, fuck just say it, scare-t, he managed finally, and huddled closer.