So relating wasn't going to work this time. Even though he wanted to argue the point, the condition she was in kept him from doing so. Lindsey rubbed his forehead, eyes shutting briefly as he tried to find another way to put it. He felt the mattress shift as Cathy turned over on her side, away from him.
"That's not what I meant," he said, catching himself before he threw up his hands. "We are in control of our future to a degree, then the rest is left to fate. But we can prevent what you saw in that dimension. We know it could possibly happen and steps can be taken to avoid it."
Turning around, he leaned down over her, chin resting on her arm. "There is nothing wrong with you. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He kissed her arm and sat up again, grabbing the blanket from the end of the bed. "I'd go to any lengths to make sure you were safe, Cathy. And I'd be there to continue making sure you were safe."