[He gives her his best "uh excuse you what part of this is alright" look before launching into a rapid-fire rant.]

Yeah, I know what's happened! I froze to death, woke up in a body bag in a morgue, and when I picked up my tablet, all the words are-- [Clearly, this is the part that is upsetting him the most- not the dying, not the sudden waking up, but the words; he swallows, looking at the tablet in his hand, and whatever he sees seems to do nothing to quell his panic.]

I can't read it. [It's hard to say it aloud, almost like stating it makes it more real. More threatening, and out of the corner of his eye, Stiles thinks he sees a figure, covered in bandages and with a mouth full of sharp teeth and a voice of gravel-- but when he turns to look, it's just snow.]