Benjamin carefully observed Dr. Stout’s every movement, the way a teacher watches a student. When John took off his shirt, Ben’s heart started hammering in his chest and his thoughts raced. There was a big scar in the same spot where Jack had taken that bullet, along with smaller scars on his chest, as if from shell fragments.
He was so lost in thought, he suddenly realized the doctor had gone, leaving a bottle of medicine behind. Ben hadn’t heard a word he’d said. He sure hoped John had been lucid enough to understand the doctor’s instructions.
“Benjamin, you don’t need to stay here. Really. You have a crew to take care of…”
You’re my Jack, I know you are…
“Benjamin?”
“What?” He stirred from his thoughts, and looked at John like he was seeing him for the first time. Amazed, delighte
