You need to rest, Anita. I slid my body along his, until I spooned him from behind, which was how we slept most nights at home. Until I'd met him, seen it for myself, I'd have said it was impossible. But it wasn't that alone.
I raised up a few inches, so that he actually had to come to his knees, and press down, to hold me secure. The rest of us were huddled around the van. He'd had to push his pain underground, as far as he could shove it, because Barbara's pain was more important than his, more all-consuming. Or maybe you were nauseous because your energy was bottoming, Nathaniel said, and he was angry, but you didn't think of that did you? No, I didn't.
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