I brushed my hair with my fingers and looked at Tiamhaidh. He looked awful. His untidy bristle had grown into a real beard and his eyes looked like a panda's. The dark circles made him look like a drug-addict and his clothes were all wrinkled. He had stayed next to Marie and as far as I could remember, I couldn't think of one moment when he had moved from the room or the last time he had eaten. I glanced at his dazzling blue eyes and froze. His eyes were noticeably paler than before and it seemed like he was somewhere else rather than in this hospital room with us. If we couldn't manage to save Marie soon, we would also lose him, and that couldn't happen. I knew I didn't look much better but I felt considerably well compared to Tiamhaidh. That wasn't good enough though and I knew we had to pull ourselves together or we would be no good for Marie. To my surprise, Clarissa had offered to sit next to Marie a few times and I had had a chance to take a shower, but as far as I knew Tiamhaidh had taken his shower in the sink of the men's toilet.
