His gaze goes unfocused, his words slurring into a faint murmur that Rosie has to bend close to make out, and for a moment she doesn't know whether it's kinder just to let him slip away for now. He'll be shocked into wakefulness again, and soon, and horribly so; if he can have these minutes of relative peace, maybe that's a kind of blessing.

"I'll tell them," she promises, feeling another stab of revulsion for the boy who'd done all of this to them over the last several days, their youthful little jailer who--it seemed--couldn't be fully defeated in the way he deserves. "We'll stay safe."

The door opens again, Will and another man Rosie assumes is the doctor entering the room, and Rosie takes a shaky breath. "It's time," she says, that steadiness from before making its way into her voice again. She presses a soft kiss to Jamie's forehead, his skin distressingly clammy beneath her lips in a way she doesn't let herself think about, then steps away. "I'll be over in the corner, there, and then right outside the door. Just like I promised."