A nurse named Carla came in when Ethan pressed the call button.
She had silver braids pinned into a knot and the steady, careful voice of a woman who had learned how to tell people frightening things without making them feel cornered.
She checked the monitor.
She shined a light into my eyes.
She adjusted the blanket over my legs with hands so gentle that the kindness almost hurt.
“You gave everybody quite a scare,” she said.
Everybody.
I looked past her at the two empty visitor chairs by the window.
There were no flowers from my mother.
No balloon from my father.
No frantic sticky note from my sister on the whiteboard.
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