Bent shut his eyes for a few minutes and Gina just held him. She would not leave without him. If he couldn't go on, then it was over. They would leave the car, walk away and see how far they got.

But then Bent sat up and shoved himself out of bed. Gina helped him get his clothes on. He was still working hard to get a breath but he could stand and walk if he went easy. They left the room key in the door and got in the car.

Bent took the wheel. She knew there was no point in arguing. He wouldn't have said anything even if he could have. He would go as far as he could and Gina would do the rest. When they made it to the Interstate he began to breathe easier, and eventually so did she.