I could only shake my head. I didn't know how to explain what it meant to me, the same way I hadn't been able to explain to Beverly or Stan what it meant to me when they had attacked Peter back at the tree. To Eponine what it meant when Peter tried to drag me off and she had grabbed on and refused to let go.

I wasn't alone. I had known it in Darrow, Eddie had shown me over and over again, but Darrow and the Island were different places. I expected, should I ever return here, that I would be alone again and they had proven me wrong. It meant everything to me.

"What a dick," I whispered, looking up at Eddie. I lifted my right arm, even though it hurt to do so. "I should keep it elevated. To stop the bleeding. There's a doctor on the ship. Or Magnus. We should try to find one of them."