The next morning, bright and early I forced Ford to eat some breakfast and then we went to see Meredith.
When we got there, she was asleep but a guard let us set up some chairs right outside her open cell door and look at her through the bars. Just watching her breath in and out rhythmically soothed my frayed nerves. Ford stared at her with an intensity that matched the stress on his shoulders.
He ran his hand through his hair every time she moved and from time to time he'd let out an exasperated breath. I had to elbow him a few times to settle him down and on one of my elbows he glowered at me.
"Will you stop?"
"You stop. Let her sleep. She probably didn't get a good night's sleep anyways."
He grumbled unhappily under his breath until Meredith finally began stirring.
We both stood
