[ maybe that's why he felt more inclined to trust her for this sort of thing than he might have with some other kind of medic. it isn't as if he's concerned about someone's ability in treating him, especially when he tends to half-ass the job when he does it on himself, but it's natural to feel more drawn to someone you know is doing something with a sense of selflessness to it.

he thinks of barging into that hospital with kristin bleeding in his arms, the way everyone spoke to him like they were selling cars. ]

I ... carried in someone who was wounded pretty bad, going in and out — nearly lost her. Nurse wouldn't even look at her until there was a guarantee of the payment going through.

[ kristin didn't have the money to cover the accident. if it weren't for his being on bancroft's payroll at the time, he knows she would have died.

but he listens to marta, to talk of the empty room, to the number of them that he's woken up in, to being the one to sit at someone else's bedside, to vernon's words of "you're the person who's here. so you stay." and he understands it, to needing someone to just be there. ]

Maybe that's ... why we were all picked. [ it's the question that's been asked a number of times since he's been here, by himself, by others, by marta herself, and he's never had an answer. his voice is quiet and he's glad he's faced away from her. ] We're the people in the empty rooms. So they put us all together to ... fill the empty space.