Samantha gripped a post at the foot of her bed, staring at the pack Surgeon as he examined his patient. "Dr Cheeson, why

hasn't he awakened? It's been two days.

Dr Cheeson stepped back from the bed, shaking his head as though he were not pleased with his patient. He looked

at Samantha, his blue eyes solemn behind his round glasses, his thick white brows tugged together over the long line of his narrow nose.

" I always feel honesty is best in a situa-

on like this. It saves grief in the long run of it.

"Grief?" Samantha gripped the bedpost, her knuckles bleaching white with the strain. "What...