Chapter FiveYou did really great.”
It didn’t feel as if she had. Penny sat in the ER waiting room and stared at the sleeves of her flightsuit, as did most of the other people there. She had washed her hands—scrubbed them hard—but Max’s blood had bathed her up to the elbows, and spattered her everywhere else before they’d staunched the flow.
“Penny,” Barry’s arm came around her shoulders, “you really did. Don’t know if I could have saved him by myself.”
She shook her head.
“Penny?” Barry was worried.
About her mental state. How in hell was she supposed to explain what was really bothering her?
“Hey, Copper,” he made it a tease.
She looked at him.
So close, so kind and worried—she couldn’t ignore that.
“It’s not the blood that’s bothering me. I don’t even think it’s what happened to
