It didn't make any sense. How had the patrol team even found him? And where? A thousand questions churned in her mind, but they didn't matter now—not really. What mattered was that Kazuo was here, alive, though barely. Yet as she watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, she couldn't shake the knot that had twisted itself in her stomach since he had been brought in. A full day had passed—maybe longer—and still, he hadn't woken up.