[ Gansey moves around the bed. It hadn't been made, and he works to separate them, to straighten them out, and then to drawn them gently up over Adam's body. He pauses when he comes to the healed arm. Will it still hurt? He doesn't know. It's not bleeding, it's not wounded. But how could it not hurt, to lose part of yourself?
He doesn't want to think about it. He can't think about it, or he won't be able to do anything but stare. He needs to help Adam. He needs to help Ronan, too. Carefully, he lifts the sheet up and over both arms and tucks Adam into the warmth.
Outside, he can still hear the zombies. They can just about be heard over the buzzing in his ears.
He looks up to find Ronan beside him. His friend is pale and shadowed, and Gansey can't stop thinking about what he just had to make himself do.
"There wasn't any choice."
He tries to inject force into that, to make it firm.
"He would never have forgiven us if we'd let it take him. We'll go to Hope, and we'll fix this, Ronan. It's going to be all right. We can help him until it is."
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He doesn't want to think about it. He can't think about it, or he won't be able to do anything but stare. He needs to help Adam. He needs to help Ronan, too. Carefully, he lifts the sheet up and over both arms and tucks Adam into the warmth.
Outside, he can still hear the zombies. They can just about be heard over the buzzing in his ears.
He looks up to find Ronan beside him. His friend is pale and shadowed, and Gansey can't stop thinking about what he just had to make himself do.
"There wasn't any choice."
He tries to inject force into that, to make it firm.
"He would never have forgiven us if we'd let it take him. We'll go to Hope, and we'll fix this, Ronan. It's going to be all right. We can help him until it is."