You end the discussion and slouch back down in your chair, taking some deep breaths, too. The info you got only made your head spin harder, and you'll need time to take it all in.

Hate to say it, but even though your friend's alive, shit just got a lot more real. Figuratively AND literally. How are you supposed to cope with the idea that your friend has an even WORSE chance of dying now, thanks to how difficult you know Sburb tends to be?