Bedside vigil
Cait was in the medlab in a chair next to Rufus' bed. She should be a bed herself, but she had to sit with Rufus. He was in a coma because he had tried to come to her rescue. A vigil by his bedside was the least she could do.
Her injured hand was wrapped in a bandage. She still had to have her toes and chest looked at, but for now she could wait until after the more critically wounded could be seen to. Frostbite wasn't life threatening.
She had already called her parents to let them know what had happened and about Rufus. They had run out the door before they had gotten off the phone with Cait.
She held one of Rufus' hands with her good hand and she prayed to the gods that he would wake up.
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