"Shh, stay still if you can, please," she says, pleading and soft and desperate. For all that the lance had inflicted its own pain, she's hurting him too in her attempts to help--pushing against his side, keeping her hands locked tight with Charlie's--and she swallows down another sob, hating herself for adding to his discomfort. If this doesn't work, if Sabrina turns her into something small and easily squashed for losing Nick and failing her, Rosie thinks she'll almost welcome it.

"Dan's still...he stayed with the truck, right?" she asks, blinking back tears as she looks over at Charlie. "I don't know if we move him, or...or wait, or...I don't know."