Stone's voice cuts through the fog in his head and it's not him, it's not him, this isn't him. Jake would never do this to him. Jake just did this to him.

"D-didn't--" he forces out and is that really his voice? "Didn't..."

His fingers try to curl instinctively and then another hot, searing pain shoots up from his hands right into his skull and with a soft groan he slumps, his body going slack when unconsciousness brings him a temporary reprieve, tearing him away from the pain and horror of it all.