"Doc," asked McBride. "How's Enid?"
"Touch and go, lad. We're still fighting."
"Bad?"
"I'm afraid to say 'no' to that one," answered Caldwell in a tight voice.
"What does she say?"
"She's been in a coma ever since the fall, except for a minute or two in which she called for you. John, I shouldn't have sent you away."
"Don't worry about that one. After all, you didn't know she was going to take a header."
"Yeah, but—"
"You fix her up and we'll forget it."
"But suppose—"