“Sheldon.”
I grew aware of Corrigan saying my name. His shoulder nudged my head gently. He said, “Hey.”
Bryce spoke over me, “She needs to sleep.”
I’d fallen asleep, and as they kept talking, a lull was settling back over me. It was like a large blanket, enfolding all around me, making me feel warm and peaceful. I was falling back asleep, but I heard Corrigan murmur, “I know. You want to carry her?”
“You’re still hurting from the accident?” As Bryce asked that, I felt myself lifted in the air. I was pulled tightly against a warm chest, a very solid, warm chest, and I could hear his heart under my head.
He stood and Corrigan said quietly from beside us, “Yeah. My ribs still ache at times, and my shoulder blade feels weird, too.”
“All the time?”
“Nah. It comes and goes.” His voice sou
