"It wasn't him." Wilson said without hesitation, reaching out to grip Bel's shoulder as he finished off the last of the bandages and stood up wheeling away the tray.

"You don't belong there, Bel." He said softly as he began to put together the care package to send home with the young man.

"Your soul gives you Free Will and you've exercised that and faced down some hard choices with Grace. I know..." Wilson paused and turned towards his friend. "Bel, I know you're struggling right now and I won't even pretend to be able to even imagine what it's like but you're doing good."