He doesn't go far into the room - standing in the doorway so the door can't close on them. He swallows, and the barest hint of thirst almost sends him into a panic again, but Gunny is here and she asked him a question so he tries to shove the panic away. It doesn't really work, instead his voice just comes out very uneven.

"Woke up and I was - I was just drenched in sweat," he said, looking at the bed. "Tried to go get a drink, but broke the glass, and -" He swallowed again, his heart rate picking up. "Gunny, I swear, I- I looked in the mirror and it was like my- my skin was just hangin' off my bones, and the sweat - I don't know if I can even call it that - it was runnin' off my like rivers, like - like somethin' was squeezin' every molecule of moisture outta my cells, and- and my legs failed, and- and I - the whole time, I heard them, like they were right goddamn there--"