It falls

 

This time around--everything falls to Luke. The first time, Sherry's mother and brother and sister had converged to form a protective ring around him. Because he had loved her probably more than anybody--or needed her more desperately in his own way than anybody else could imagine needing her, at any rate--they'd pitied him and commiserated with him and suffered alongside him.

This time, though, he was alone. The girls, sitting up in front, had suffered hardcore internal damage; in the back, her parents' skeletons had snapped like cocktail pretzels--they were left with fewer bones unbroken than broken. Keeping watch over their bedsides, he doesn't know what to do, he can't decide.

 

When the moment