then, “Oh, wait. You can have this.” I reach into the supplies and grab the stethoscope. Carefully lifting her hair, I loop it around her neck. “It might take some time to find it with that.” She glances around the cell, her grin bleak. “I have time.” Another pang shoots through my chest, and I shake out the blanket. “This is yours,” she notes as I tuck it around her. “It’s clean.” The truth is, something in my chest unwinds at the sight of her wrapped up in it.
