[He doesn't even bother trying to fish out water with his hands shaking as badly as they are, but he does concentrate on breathing. Slower, Clint says, and steady. It takes a lot of effort. But thinking about other questions helps him manage his heart rate. Just thinking of the job seems to calm him down. It gives him something to focus on.]

Ran into a group in the aquarium. Solomons. Duster. They and some friends were together. Maybe helping each other out.

I'm in the hospital. My head hurts now.

[That feels better. Weird, how saying stupid little things makes the pain lessen.]