She came at night, her gentle hands defused the ticking bomb that was his brain, she soothed the pain and drew his livid length inside, she sat astride to weld his broken head with anxious gaze and clever hands, gave praise, encouraged him to try and see, to open up his eyes.
He cried.
She sighed and sighed and signified repleteness of her solo ride, she kissed his salty tear-filled eyes and said her name.
When doctors came at dawn and found him smiling in the bed, relaxed, alert, and certainly not dead as half expected, they wondered out aloud how it could be.