Metropolitan Hospital. For some reason, Henry ran into Claire Temple, the little nurse, again.
Even though they had never met anywhere outside the hospital, Henry could still chat with this fiery South American nurse for a few lines. "Nurse Temple, you work in the ICU too? Aren't you assigned to the regular wards?"
"Sigh, being too capable is my fault. Wherever they need staff now, that's where they send me. Nursing assistants have no rights."
The little nurse was clearly complaining, yet she sounded as though she were bragging. If she had a tail, it would be sticking straight up into the sky by now.
A Black head nurse appeared from behind them and smacked Claire Temple on the butt with the clipboard in her hand.
"Such a chatterbox. Why didn't you tell him that you were the one who wanted to learn more things and kept wandering around from department to department? Do you know how many doctors have forbidden you from appearing within their field of vision?"
"Ow." The little nurse rubbed her butt. "I just asked a few extra questions and pointed out things they had overlooked. Who knew they'd feel so embarrassed about it?"
"Wait until you become a nurse practitioner before giving doctors advice."
Catherine Hepburn interrupted the nurses' little performance. "All right, children. Can someone tell me how Skye is doing?"
The old woman tapped the large pane of glass in front of her. On the other side was a sealed ICU room, where no one except authorized personnel was allowed inside. Visitors could only stand outside and watch what was happening within.
Skye lay on the hospital bed, her body covered in tubes. Only the beeping of the vital-sign monitors proved that she still had a breath left in her.
The Black head