Arispe said her kidney numbers looked clean at the four o’clock blood draw, but they wanted one more panel before morning.

Noah sat in the vinyl chair by the window, drawing a house with three stick figures.

Mariana stood at the bedside with her arms crossed, watching the monitor as if she could read the numbers better than the machine.

“She asked for juice,” Noah said without looking up from his paper.

“She can have more when the nurse comes back.”

“I mean she asked for it herself.