"I know what you mean," Stephie said softly, her grip on his hand was a tight one. Her stomach was a tight knot, too. "But we did this with Tasha. Some of her bad days were enough to make me want to give up, but look where she is now. If Scarlett's having a bad day, that isn't the end of the world. It's just a bad day, that's all." She was saying it all out loud to try and convince herself, make her feel capable of seeing Scarlett even if Scarlett was drugged up to here eyeballs or trapped in a screaming memory.
"I can go in first, if you like," Nancy said, watching the waves of nervousness come off the pair of them. They'd been through a lot while she was in Somalia, and she didn't blame them for the apprehension but she didn't feel it herself. All she wanted to do was see Scarlett again and if Scarlett had changed, well, war did that. Whatever was waiting on the other side of Scarlett's door, Nancy could deal with it.