The hospital people tsked about Beosta, wrapped her up in bandages, and made her lie down despite her protests.
Roth did appear. Beosta brightened.
“Your CD is not over,” he told her without preamble (I’ll fix the dialogue later). “I am, however, impressed.”
Beosta’s heart fell. “Why not?”
”Livetha did very little, if anything. The point of the CD is that you work together.”
Beosta looked down at her hands, frustration bubbling up inside her.