Chapter 3Wes waited, after that. He didn’t know how long. He’d lost any sense of time.
He was holding Finn’s ring, because they’d asked that any jewelry be removed. The gold curlicues and semiprecious stones bit into his hand.
But he had to hold on that tightly. Because he couldn’t not hold onto Finn.
Intellectually he knew Finn wasn’t going to die, or anything like that; he knew everything would be all right, for a given value of all right. The EMTs had said so. They’d be okay.
He told himself that. He told Finn’s ring that. They were both cold and scared, sitting in a hospital waiting area.
He’d seen Finn tired and sore and hurting, after filming and training and physical therapy. He’d learned massage techniques, memorized maps of scars and spots that had more or less sensation. He’
