Wolfram ran his hand over the gray fox fur, smoothing the ruffled, soaked fluff gently. It's not Delilah, she didn't hurt you, she didn't hurt you, she didn't punch you, it's not her, it's not her, it's not her... Waiting quietly for a nurse and River to show up, he kept his eyes on the fox and his head down, but kept looking over at Leona. The fox was just barely breathing, as if her life was slipping through his fingers. He felt her breathing stop for a few heartbeats, and then a soft, shuddering breath. No, No! We can't loose her, I've lost to many people... To many! "Guys! River! She needs help, like um, NOW!"