"Sort of?" I don't raise my voice because Blue looks like she's on the verge of some very un-Blue-like hysterics. Not that I can blame her; I've had my share of tears when I was in enough pain. I don't cry easy and neither does she, which is why I'm so worried now. I stroke my thumb in a little circle on her shoulder and then I finally draw back.

"I've got some spare clothes. They'll be loose on you but they'll be clean," I say, trying to be practical and pragmatic and not at all shaky and uncertain. Judging by the nervous wobble in my voice, I'm not sure it works. "Do you need a shower? Pain killers?"

I waver a little and then try to smile. "A kiss?"