She had fits all through the day. Davies added vials of various drugs to the saline drip until Helena lay in a stupor, unable to think. It was dark when the mattress dipped and a cool hand brushed back the curls clinging to her face, tucking them behind her ear. Her hand was picked up, long fingers entwining with hers. Kaine’s thumb stroked across her knuckles, finally stopping at her ring finger, spiralling something there slowly. The ring. She’d forgotten all about it.
