"I am not," she smiles, moving away so she can retrieve a pillow and blanket. "I am a simple Russian doctor."

Sveta places the blanket over him and kneels down to help his head onto the pillow. "I will stay up with you. When you wake properly, you can try to eat something small."

As for where he would be without her, well, dead in the snow isn't off the list of possibilities. Sveta won't allow that.