He hugged her tightly, and then maneuvered so he was lying down with his head in her lap. He was so tired; it had been a mostly sleepless night. He closed his eyes, and sighed.
"I just want to fix it," he said, almost angrily. He hated feeling helpless, and that's exactly how he was feeling now. "I don't know how this happened. Why did I notice anything? I knew Rosie wasn't acting like herself, but...I never thought it was this bad."
They should have noticed before now, he thought. There was no excuse, not even the war, for not knowing how much Rose was hurting. And now she was sedated in the infirmary and he couldn't even see her, and he couldn't fix this.