Brigit silently removed her hand from the doctors.  She walked over to his sink and got a washcloth.  She wet it with cold water and folded it up while walking back to his bedside.  He was sweeting and mumbling.  She could tell he was having a nightmare.  She layed the cloth across his forehead before sitting back in the floor and putting her hand back in his.  She was going to sit here all night and watch over him.  She didn't know why.  Wasn't sure why she'd do anything like that.  It wasn't in her nature.  But something had changed.  Something had happened.  And this doctor was a part of her now somehow.