the doctor leaned over the bed , checking mary carefully . she had given him a reason to go on living . she stuffed the last of the bar into her mouth , then pressed a hand to her chest and groaned . it was n't hard to love a man like him . he was the one who had spoken . even without the sword , he stood like a warrior , ready to fight . sick to my stomach , i barely made it to the bathroom before i lost my dinner and those four shots wes had fed me . 