Malinger, insensate, and supernumerary

At first, I thought Claire might have been faking it. She'd been clashing with her new boss, a young kid from the city who thought he knew more than all of us Discovery folks combined, and I knew she'd turn a papercut into an amputation if it would get her out of work. So I didn't think too much of it.
After that day, she never mentioned the pain. I think she didn't want me to worry. Maybe she already knew it was too late. Later I learned that she took over-the-counter drugs to manage the pain -- going from 1 to 2 to nearly 10 a day.

Here the handwriting faltered, and Tina felt tears sting at the corners of her eyes.

I wish she'd said something. We might have been able to do more if she'd spoken up sooner. I'm not a fool, I wouldn't have told the girls. But together, Claire and I, we were a good team. We could have done something, I'm sure of it.

I would have done everything -- anything -- to help her get better.