"I don't think you're a zombie." Honestly, Jude was trying not to think too much on it at all--just, blood, weird; weird doctor. For all the weird shit he saw, drew, and had recently been through--Sam moved and cried and had a physical presence under his hand. He couldn't conceive of her as anything but alive.

"I just think, he might figure out what to do about--" he jerked his head at the blood stain. "That. 'Cause I can't."