" I’m fine, really.” “Like hell you are.” He caught her chin, tilted her head so that he could see. “He split your cheek.” She drew back. “We should check him … maybe do first aid.” “He’s dead.” Jack gathered her in his arms. “Would you please just let me hold you? God, woman! For a moment there, I thought I’d lost you.” Her arms went around him. “I thought you’d lost me, too. "
― Pamela Clare , Soul Deep (I-Team, #6.5)