Hjalmar grabbed onto whoever was shaking him and burst out crying. Oh gods. Why? Why had it happened? The whole car crash and Nils---Nils was dead! The Swede started balling his eyes out into Torden's chest, still half-asleep, inhaling a familiar yet comforting scent of leather and hair product.

Torden.

The Swede felt his chest hurt because he couldn't breathe well. Was he having a panic attack? Possibly. He still hadn't opened his eyes and was just going on touch and smell alone. He didn't want to open his eyes because then he'd seen Nils dead on the hospital bed.

"No---I---it's all my fault."