A nurse named Hannah introduced herself with tired eyes and quick hands. She checked the chart, circled Grace’s allergy in thick ink, and said, “You did the right thing bringing her in.”
On Saturday morning, alarms started.
A nurse named Kara blocked the ICU door with her arm. “Ma’am, you have to stay out here.”
“My daughter is in there,” I said. “She’s five.”
“I know,” Kara said. “We need space.”
