"Ah," she says - and that's all, just that sound, and for one ridiculous moment she's furious with him, but she nods. "Right.

She swallows thickly. "He's sleeping. He'll live." Which was a miracle, considering. "I was the surgeon on staff when he came in." She says that shortly, because she knows he'll understand. That she was the one trying to put him back together.

"You know, funny story, this exact same thing happened back home, but on the other side. Same positioning, same number, roughly the same depth - I wasn't the doctor on call then because he was in Stockton, but I guess getting hit by an SUV is the same as being left for dead, right? This time he got help, last time he didn't?" Her voice cracks at the end, and she's still staring at the bar, and takes another drink.