Wash wasn't sure what convinced him that the info they had would make him feel any better. In fact it made him feel worse. His anxiety practically gripped at his throat and made it hard to breathe, but he managed to croak out, "W-what!?" before leaning his weight against York because, honestly, he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Please, God, tell me I'm still unconscious and this is all a dream."