But his memories were sitting out in the silent desert, a small girl asleep in his arms, and a stunning woman at his side.
A stunning woman with whom you have nothing in common, he reminded himself as he arrived outside the infirmary. No sign of Doc Evans or either of the nurses, he poked his head in still wondering what he hoped for. The ward was a half dozen beds packed tightly together; just enough room between them to get someone on and off the mattress. Only two of them were occupied.
Whatever his expectations had been, Donya was asleep. Her b****y clothes were gone. The hospital gown and thin sheet revealed that her figure, always hidden on camera by her traditional attire, went just fine with her face. There was no equipment hooked up to her which he took as a good sign.
He shoul
