“McGuinty asked, fingers just above the screen of his broken slate. The stains were a dark and ugly red in the light from his cuff. “Probably not,” Torin told him. “Probably Dr. Sloan’s.” “She, uh…” He blinked rapidly, ignoring the tears that ran down his cheeks. “The doc, she thought she was saving me, you know?” “She did save you. But you’ve saved us all a few times; you were due.” “She died for me.” “Technically, she died to give the platoon a fighting chance, so you can spread the guilt arou...nd.” “I don’t…” Torin waited. They needed McGuinty up and functional. Without him, they had nothing to fight that tank unless they scampered out to the other crashed flier in their bodyliners and carried back the unfired missiles. When he looked up at her, only his eyes moving because of the sealed hole in his neck, his face was bleak. “How do you stand it, Gunny?” “By remembering it’s not about you.” Turning so her bad leg could stretch out along the length of his bedroll, she squatted beside him and touched the back of his hand, skin to skin as though he were di’Taykan.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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