Time to make a difference. She’d figure out a way to contribute. She would.
Connor. What was she going to do about him? He was going to notice if she started showing more physical symptoms. He noticed everything.
She’d told him about her low platelets. Maybe she could blame them for the bruising and nosebleeds that might occur.
She nodded to herself, wiped her face and was cleaning the morning’s work away when her door opened.
Con, Smoke, and River walked in.
“Hi, Doctor,” Con said. “Miss us?”
Chapter Eleven
“Where’s my tent?” Sophiaasked, looking at their empty hands.
“Set up in an empty staging area,” Con explained. “Which won’t be empty for much longer. Eugene said that the base is expecting a bunch of electronics, parts, and body armor from the States sometime later today. So, if you want to check out how we did and make any changes, now is the time.”
“Good idea. I can come now.” She walked toward them and made to go around, but Con caught her arm and pulled her to a stop. “I’m sorry for being an ass earlier.”
“It’s fine.” She tried to pull away, but he wasn’t letting go.
“It’s not fine. What’s going on?” He studied her face so hard she was afraid he’d see everything. “You don’t look so good.”
She sighed and glanced at Smoke and River. They had the same expression on their faces as Con did. Concerned. “After you guys left,” she said, feeling her way through the words, hoping she didn’t say the wrong ones, “I tried to keep my mind on work, but found it difficult, and I had a little bit of a cry.” She straightened her shoulders. “I’m okay now, though.”
Con raised one eyebrow.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I said okay, not great.”
“You should talk to someone,” Con said.
He was right. The events of last night would probably rate a few conversations with someone. Friends were acceptable if the soldier decided to talk to them.
“Could we talk? Later?”
“Sure, my therapy rates are very reasonable,” he said with a smile. “All it’ll cost is an hour or two at the shooting range.”