"Does stuff", he says. [Billy grins, shaking his head quietly.] He's a cardiologist, he specializes in it. I only know as much as I do about this because of his breakfast time rambling. [He feels a slight pang in his chest at the mention, missing his family (not for the first time) like burning, but refrains from saying so. Teddy's the wrong person to talk about that sort of thing with, no matter how much he wants to see them again.] As for that, though, you don't need to be a specialist to know that stuff. It's just the long form of CPR.

[Remember that thing he did when making out with Jimmy Stidham? And getting coughed on by Nate? Uh-huh.]