His color looked better but he hadn't woken up yet. He'd passed out with his head resting on her tummy. She'd never felt so frustrated at her lack of movement as she had in that moment. She could do nothing for him. Waiting for the ambulance and fire trucks to arrive she stroked his hair and face, but couldn't pull her stare from the horrific charred flesh on his shoulder and arm. Injuries he'd received rescuing her. If only he hadn't given her his thick protective coat. The one she still wore. Burying her nose in the heavy yellow material, she breathed deeply of Conner's scent mixed with smoke. It made her feel like he was embracing her. "Please don't cry. Your tears break my heart." She closed her eyes briefly before looking over at Conner in relief. He was awake. He was going to be okay. "You're finally back with us. You've had me so worried." He frowned for a moment. "How long have I been out?" Tina glanced at the clock high on the hospital room's wall. "Not really sure, I didn't look at the time when we came in.
