She'd given it to him. His weapon -- blood had gushed from a wound in his gut. He hadn't even tried to block it. Of course. It was the first of many errors played and replayed the moment she shut her eyes.

"Later. So much later. Like when...hey, you're gonna stay with me. Right?" She lifted her head. "Because if I have to do more of this," she gestured at the bed and her having to be in it, "I am so not doing it alone."