He turned and picked them up, examining them carefully. Aside from the socks, they were all the clothes he’d been wearing his last day in camp. Each of them had been mended; that much was obvious. It suddenly became clear that when they’d admitted him to the hospital, they’d cut his clothes off, and she’d done her best to repair them. A strip of piping ran down the sides of his button-down shirt, covering both the original seams and her repairs. She’d used the existing material on his jeans to make a new seam; apparently guessing that his undershirt and shorts wouldn’t be seen when he was dressed, she hadn’t bothered to cover her repairs on those.