Firefly Glen everything is(n't) going to be okay

There was some panic that swelled in his chest at her explanation. A whole leg bound by wood.

What would he even do with that? Where would he even go? A lame sitting duck is what he would become. It was what he already was.

I...I— His breathing hitched and despite being laid upon his back, he felt awfully unstable.

What will I do? It is soft but hoarse with the straining sensation in his throat. And he felt awfully terrible as a rim of tears collected along his eyes.