Evelyn left the folder on my table and walked out of the room.

Dr.

Grant came in right after lunch with two pharmacy technicians.

They pushed a tall metal cart loaded with small bags of clear fluid.

“The state authorized the first round of treatment,” he said.

He clicked his pen twice and looked at the bags on the cart.

“We’re not waiting for the placement paperwork to finish.”

He checked the printed labels on the fluid bags against his metal clipboard.