Jim shakes his head, not even sure how to begin to explain how he feels, the awful thoughts that still eat away at him, whispering things he doesn't want to hear. "I was. I did." He still can't meet Hunter's gaze, possibly the only thing that's keeping him from panicking again. It was real. It really happened.

"It was after... after we got out of Tarsus." His hand drifts up to his shoulder again, lightly pressing at the padded bandage beneath the shirt, as if testing to see if it's still there. Not really sure what he's expecting. "We were somewhere else. I don't know... where. But I got bit. Thought... thought it was bloodloss. But then I... it was like... something clawing its way out of me." He shudders, hunching over slightly, self-protective, arms wrapped around himself as if he's afraid it'll happen again. "I don't remember much after that. Just... pieces."