Roz raked the hair away from her face. After almost a full day, she could probably use some sleep, too. But she wasn't going anywhere. If she had to, she'd sleep in the lobby. There were probably a dozen other relatives of people who'd been injured in the war down there. She'd already seen some of them, coming and going, asking the same kinds of questions she was. Roz hadn't known any of them. They'd all been the friends and family of Camelot operatives. Meanwhile, her brother and two of her closest friends were both in prison for siding with CORE. It was hard not to feel like some kind of traitor in their midst, even if she herself had never lifted a finger in the war effort.
"Of course I will, babe. I'm not going anywhere." She smiled down at him. "I'm not leaving the hospital until you can walk out of here with me."