“I’m fine,” I decide. “But look at you.” I gesture to his naked wrists. “You lost your bracelet. Not so pretty now.” He blinks at me. And then slowly, slowly, slowly—he smiles. Even seeing what’s sticking to his face? Watching his lips curve makes my heart feel like it’s losing a coating of ice. When he doesn’t speak, I ask, “Are you... okay?” I fumble for a moment. “Anything I can…” What? Help him with? I look around. This alien just massacred a stadium to rescue me. I can’t even offer him a Band-Aid.
