“His pulse is staying right within the range Dr.

Vance wrote down,” Ruth said, checking the watch clipped to her chest pocket before logging the numbers on her clipboard.

“You ought to sit back in that chair and rest your legs for a few minutes, Nora.”

“I will in a little bit,” I said.

Ruth reached into the pocket of her navy scrubs and took out a sealed white envelope.

She held it out over the metal bed rail.