- put his boot on the ramp, heading for the rest cabin. His hands were slick with blood. She was slipping. He just barely got her onto the cot before she slid right out of his grip. “Cara?” he knelt down beside her, looking over the wounds once again. “We're going to take you to get better.” -

- His resolve broke. Was he talking to her as she was now, or when she was little? Did it matter? He grabbed the medkit, then got to work.