The tears are rolling down now, and more are coming to her eyes. She's a veritable, angry waterfall. She doesn't have anything to say to that. It's like being stabbed in the gut, knowing she can't argue him into being okay. She can't fix this. She can't do her job. She can't keep him.

She opens her mouth to speak and an unvoiced sob comes out instead. She finds herself curling against him, arms wrapping around his waist.