Chapter 7

Gislane lay utterly still on the narrow camp bed in Cameron’s grandmother’s spare room. Cameron stood close to the bed, gripping one of his crutches as though it were an anchor. His eyes rarely left Gislane’s face.

“What are we going to do, Clef?”

Clef, standing a little apart, tried to look composed, though the strain showed in the set of his jaw.

“Just keep an eye on her, I suppose. The doctor says there is nothing more he can do.”

Cameron glanced down again at the motionless figure.

“But she just lies there,” he said quietly. “You’d almost think she is dead.”

Clef shifted uneasily. “The doctor says he can find no sign of any serious injury. He thinks she’ll come out of it before long.”