Если я останусь
7:13 P.M.
Itislessfreneticthanitwasduringtheday,likethenursesandmachinesareallalittletiredandhaverevertedtopower-savemode.
SowhenAdam’svoicereverberatesfromthehallwayoutsidetheICU,itreallywakeseveryoneup.
"WhatdoyoumeanIcan’tgoin?"hebooms.
ImakemywayacrosstheICU,standingjustontheothersideoftheautomaticdoors.IheartheorderlyoutsideexplaintoAdamthatheisnotallowedinthispartofthehospital.
"Thisisbullshit!"Adamyells.
Insidetheward,allthenurseslooktowardthedoor,theirheavyeyeswary.Iamprettysurethey’rethinking:Don’twehaveenoughtodealwithinsidewithouthavingtocalmdowncrazypeopleoutside?IwantexplaintothemthatAdamisn’tcrazy.Thatheneveryells,exceptforveryspecialoccasions.
Thegrayingmiddle-agednursewhodoesn’tattendtothepatientsbutsitsbyandmonitorsthecomputersandphones,givesalittlenodandstandsupasifacceptinganomination.Shestraightenshercreasedwhitepantsandmakesherwaytowardthedoor.She’sreallynotthebestonetotalktohim.IwishIcouldwarnthemthattheyoughttosendNurseRamirez,theonewhoreassuredmygrandparents(andfreakedmeout).She’dbeabletocalmhimdown.Butthisoneisonlygoingtomakeitworse.IfollowherthroughthedoubledoorswhereAdamandKimarearguingwithanorderly.Theorderlylooksatthenurse."Itoldthemthey’renotauthorizedtobeuphere,"heexplains.Thenursedismisseshimwiththewaveofahand.
