Ruby pressed her fingers to her temples and sighed heavily, casting a sidelong glance at Sam. He caught her gaze and dropped his hand to the desk with an apologetic smile and a shrug.

"If you don't stop picking at that bandage…" She warned, exasperated.

"The tape itches."

"I could superglue it."

"No thanks."

"Staples?"

"Huh-uh. Why don't you find something to do besides pace?"

"I'm not big on research."

Ruby stared out the window at the softball-sized hail. A crushed skull might be the end of this body, but picking that damn bandage might be the end of Sam.