"Yeah," Ben said lamely. He had nothing else of value to contribute, so it seemed the only thing to do now was to go back to the waiting game: sit by Nora's bed and watch her little chest rise and fall and wait for one of the healers to come in and tell them what the next step was. The healers had vaguely mentioned treatment options, but not as anything concrete they'd like to try yet — the unspoken consensus seemed to be that they were waiting to see if it was worth their time to try anything at all. There were a lot of people in this hospital, after all, and some of them with much more pressing, gruesome injuries than Nora.

"This bed makes her look so small," he said helplessly.

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