"Request that I be taken off my current detail. I'm in the area. I understand the gravity of the situation."

More lies. But how close will anyone look, really? Leah trails her fingers over Carver's forehead, taking a breath when he finally turns his head toward her. Unfocused, but awake. "Big sis," he murmurs. "Your dog's heavy."

Thank God. She bows her head, and then bops him on the nose. "How're you feeling, huh?"

Carver closes his eyes, sighing. "Tired." He pauses. "Hungry."

"How's your pain level?" she asks, as gently as she can.

Carver just thins his mouth and doesn't answer.