Molly clutched tightly at Arthur's hand as they were led down the corridor to a ward that was empty but for one bed near the window. She hesitated, but at Arthur's gentle urging, she set her bag down on an empty bed and approached the single patient in the room.
She didn't speak, but instead walked around the bed, one hand stealing to cover her mouth, and when she saw the bruised face of the man who lay there, she let out a soft cry.