Bram did not come into the treatment room when his former colleague arrived.
He waited outside with the ledger’s wrapping folded on his knees. Through the curtain Eli heard the woman’s breath catch, then the low, rough sound of her brother saying he was all right. Tessa corrected that gently. He was alive, receiving care, and exhausted. All right would take longer.
The woman stayed with him until he slept.
When she emerged, Bram stood.
“Thank you,” she said.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
“I haven’t examined everything,” she added. “That hasn’t changed.”
“I know.”
