She'd told him about the kid - not about her, not about the shit she was struggling with, but the kid, the Locos Lobos kid who'd been shot. She'd talked to him when she'd come home late with no phone, with no explanation - she'd run into him while he'd been walking Macha, and his Tara? had been the only reason she'd even noticed him.

Yesterday was better, but today... "I'm okay," she said again, and she closed her eyes as she tipped her cheek to his hand, feeling the rough bandages against her skin. "It's okay. I promise, we'll do it when you're out of the hospital, alright?" She turned her cheek so she could press a kiss to the palm of his hand. "There's a box, on the bed with a button. If you start to hurt more, push the button, okay? It'll make you feel better."