The smile from her was good--he'd hoped to get one. The calmer she was, the calmer the General would be. He nodded his understanding, wished her a good night, and went to take care of his other patients.

Miles and Jeremy had gotten food and been a little at a loss, both of them more worried about Bass than either of them was willing to let on to the other. Charlie wasn't the only one who cared, after all.

Neither of them said a word of argument with Charlie's arrangements, though. They were sensible, and it wasn't like they were gonna leave Bass alone in there.

"If the surgeon's worried about his ribs, someone needs to stay awake and watch him," Miles responded, even as he nodded, having more than a little experience with those kinds of injuries. "Jeremy and I will trade off shifts sitting in there. If I know him, he's got something to read at his desk, if nothing else." The screen Bass usually traveled with to separate his "office" from his sleeping area should ensure she had some privacy

Miles' tone suggested there weren't any arguments allowed to that arrangement, either. "We'll be an extra level of security, as well."

Because Miles didn't precisely trust Bass's guards. He'd gotten past them, after all.