“Shannon.

It’s been a while — everything okay?” “I need your help, and I need it to be quiet,” I said, and gave him my mother’s legal name, her date of birth, her room.

“You’re on the Seattle General network right now?” “In my office, fourth floor.

What’s going on?” “Pull her record.

Tell me the attending and the admitting diagnosis.” I heard him typing.

“Attending’s a Dr.