Font Size:
“I know.”
“They’re going to want details.”
“I know.”
Her gaze sharpens slightly. “And you?”
I hold it.
“I want you to rest.”
That stills her.
Completely.
“You’re not going to push?”
“Not tonight.”
A pause.
Then—
“That’s new for you, isn’t it?” she asks softly.
“Yeah,” I admit.
“Why?”
Because of you.
I don’t say it.
Not yet.
Instead—
“Because you’ve already done enough.”
She studies me like she’s trying to decide if that’s the truth.
Or something else.
Then her shoulders ease—just a little.
“Okay,” she says again.
That word.
Again.
Different this time.
Stronger.
The medic finishes, stepping back. “We’ll want observation for a few hours. No isolation.”
“No isolation,” I repeat before Scout can answer.
