Slumped in a corner of the couch, staring at the television but his thoughts a million miles away, Elliot gave a start as Kathy sat beside him, scooting close and resting her head on his shoulder. He sighed and reached his arm around her, holding her closer. “What if--”
“Shh.” She reached for his bandaged hand, pressed a kiss to it, then to his lips. “You’re going to be all right, Ell.”
Smile lopsided, he nodded, wanting to believe. He did, deep down; that first kick of fear was just hard to shake. “Gonna be a long month.”
“We’ll get through it.” She kissed his chin, hugged him hard. “Now come to bed,” she said, standing up and holding out her hand.
He looked at her a long moment, let out a lot of worries on a deep breath, and reached for her hand.