Yeah.
Figured.
I nod once even though he can’t see it.
“Good.”
Miles steps up beside me now.
“You should sit down.”
“No.”
“You’ve been standing here for hours.”
“I said no.”
He lets it go.
Smart man.
Silence stretches again.
Heavy.
Miles finally folds his arms. “You care about her.”
Not a question.
I stare straight ahead at those closed surgical doors.
At the light still burning above them.
“Yeah.”
One word.
That’s all I’ve got right now.
But the truth behind it nearly cracks my ribs open.
Miles studies me quietly for a second.
Then nods once.
“Good,” he says softly. “She’s gonna need that when she wakes up.”
When.
Not if.
I grab onto that word hard enough it almost hurts.
When.
“Yeah,” I murmur again.
When.
