He hadn’t woken up yet. I tried to let Archimedes sleep as long as possible, to keep up his strength. I reached over to nudge him, and… Nothing. No breathing sounds. No pulse. I could hear a low whining sound. It took me a second to realize it was coming from me. A hand on my shoulder. Belinda. “Robert? Robert? You have to move.” I looked up to see Buster gazing down at me, sadness on his face. I realized I was in the way. I got up, walked stiff-legged to the other end of the tent, lay down and curled into a ball.
