Five Months Earlier
He had felt the bullet, a real bullet, pierce his heart. Had felt the blood seeping out of his heart and into him. And then the water. Even if the bullet hadn't killed him, the freezing water would have. He was doomed.
Jo didn't seem to notice that his heart wasn't beating, that he was freakishly cold, that he didn't seem to be in real pain. He was drinking to take the shock away, to numb senses that were numb anyway.
She pulled a bullet out of him, something ethereal that was probably only there because he wanted it to be… needed it to be. If it wasn't, then Sam would know.
Sam could never know.