There and BackChapter 175 Waiting on Hope
I went back to the room – apparently the captain’s quarters, which he was quick to assure me he would have given us from the start had he known who we were; I would never have allowed that, though I was more than grateful for it now – and sat back down at Alistair’s bedside. He hadn’t moved, his colour still wan, his skin clammy. The guard, who assured me nothing untoward had happened while I was gone, relocated to the hallway, leaving me alone with my unconscious husband. Someone had moved...