Going out into the open exposed both of them to capture and death. But then again, if Chris had been conscious during Jason’s trip to take back the ship, he wouldn’t have agreed with that either. The doctor had done what he could, and now it was all they could do to sit and wait. Jason stayed with Chris in the small, dirtied room where the physician had done his work. “How is he?” It wasn’t the sound that startled Jason, but the voice it came from. Gabriela stood in the doorway, looking at Chris on the bed. Jason rubbed his hands together, small particles of dirt and grime falling and adding to the filth on the floor. “The doctor said only time will tell. But he’s hopeful.” “Hope,” Gabriela said, finding a seat adjacent to the wall where Jason sat. “The only emotion that makes us believe things that will never happen, can happen.” “That’s not what hope is.” Jason shook his head, keeping his eyes on Chris, watching the slow and steady rise and fall of his chest.
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