Chapter 16

Savannah

By noon, I've already cleaned pureed pears out of Wyatt's hair, restarted an IV pump that keeps screaming like it pays rent on my last nerve, and listened to one of the newer nurses say, "*Quick question*," right before asking something that takes twelve full minutes and a diagram.

So no, I'm not having a centered, graceful morning. I'm having a regular one, which in my life means patient