“Her color is noticeably better than it was at six o’clock,” Nurse Elena said, entering a number into the desk computer.

“You two should go down the hall and get off your feet for a few hours.”

“Are you on duty all night?” I asked her.

“I’m right here until seven in the morning,” Nurse Elena said, tapping her pen against the side of her clipboard.

“Nothing happens in this room without me seeing it.”

Kevin took my elbow and guided me slowly out through the double doors, holding up my weight as we walked toward the family room.

Brooklyn was sitting in the middle of the wide vinyl pullout sofa, carefully putting her colored pencils back into a clear plastic pencil box one by one.