No. I don't want to stay. But I can't say that, either. "Let me see your bandages," I move closer to the hospital bed, motioning for him to turn over. There's a good chance they need to be changed, considering how much time has passed since his back was first wrapped. It's bad luck that Gale arrived just after the snows, but there are doctors here who are far more capable than I am.

The last time Gale was hurt I was sewing stitches into his shoulder. I sewed Jason up, too. But I'm not my mother, and I'm sick of having blood on my hands.