"We're going to be all right," he said again as Ashlyn's eyes closed.
He watched her for another ten minutes, and then he got up and walked out of the room.
He left the door of her room ajar to make sure he could hear her if she needed him again. He couldn't believe she'd actually spoken three words in a row. It was just heartbreaking that those words had been "I want Mommy".
He wished he could give her mother back to her. He wished he could go back to doing what he knew how to do, but it wasn't only Ashlyn's appearance that made that impossible, he thought, rolling his shoulder back with a painful wince. He still had to get his shoulder back into the shape it had once been in.
As he walked into his own room, he hoped that tomorrow would be better, but he didn't know if he believed that any more than Ashlyn did.
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