The wrist module was the first thing he saw.
It sat on the nightstand where he'd left it, screen dimmed to standby. The number behind the yellow square at the corner had moved overnight. Not by much. Enough.
Caleb sat up.
The barracks was cold the way the barracks was always cold. Iharu's bunk was empty, blanket twisted, boots gone. Hiro's was made. Rina's looked the way Rina's bunk had looked for two weeks. He pulled on his shirt and felt the heat in his lower ribs at the same time, the kind of heat that wasn't pain yet but had stopped pretending to be nothing. The spirals were warm under his palm when he flattened his hand against the spot. He held it there until he stopped being able to feel his pulse against them.
His wrist buzzed.
[TALI: Get down here.]
He pulled his boots on without answering.
