"I dreamt of Curran snarling "Fix her!" And Doolittle saying that he wasn't a god and there was only so much he could do. I dreamt of Julie crying by my bed, of Jim sitting near, of Andrea telling me some frustratingly complicated story . . . The noises blended in my head until finally I could stand it no longer. "Would all of you just be quiet? Please." I blinked and saw Curran's face. "Hey," he said. "Hey." I smiled. There he was, alive. I was alive. "I was telling the people in my head to shut up." "They have medication for that." "I probably can't afford it." He caressed my cheek. "You came for me," I whispered. "Always," he told me. "You're a damn idiot. Trying to throw your life away?" "Just staying sharp. Keeping you safe keeps me in shape." He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I reached for him and he hugged me to him and held on for a long moment. I closed my eyes, smiling at the simple pleasure of his skin on mine."