Harry isn't a religious man, but as he sits at Ruth's bedside waiting for her to wake, he prays. He thanks God for saving her life. He promises that he will leave the Service like he promised Ruth. He's not prayed since he was a child, but now he feels like is the time he needs to pray most of all. He loves Ruth dearly and he just wants her to be okay.
"Dad, are you alright?" Catherine's soft voice floats into the room as she walks over to her dad and puts her hand on his shoulder.
"Catherine, thank you for being here." Harry stands up and hugs his daughter tightly.
"Oh dad, I couldn't be anywhere else. Have you gotten yourself checked out? My God, you're covered in blood!" Catherine is concerned about her father.
"Yeah, for once it's not my blood. Malcolm is supposed to be bringing me a fresh shirt. Don't worry I got checked out when Ruth was in surgery." Harry sighs heavily.
"How is she? She looks so pale and you look exhausted. I'm worried about you. When was the last time you ate?" Catherine asks as she watches her dad pace the room.
Harry runs his hands over his face as he tries to remember his day before Ruth was injured. "I ate at breakfast, but not since. I haven't had time."
"Alright, I'm going to go get you something to eat and a strong cup of coffee. I'll be right back. I'll see if I can find Malcolm on my travels." Catherine kisses her dad's cheek.