Instinct told me to step back as Sarah moved closer, but stubbornness told me to stay put. As could be expected, I didn't move. I thrust my hands into the pockets of my jeans as a preemptive measure.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, and the words nearly stuck in my throat. She wasn't okay. Might never be okay again, and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.