Chapter 22

• Steven wandered back down through the halls until he found the sitting room again. Marie was on the couch flipping through a magazine. She gave him a quiet smile as he sat down. Opening the folder his brain began to process the various test results that had been run so far. Hemoglobin was low, when, six months ago? Right after the he got sick. He’d run those again. Better check platelets...
• “Can you help him?”
• He glanced up at the hesitant words to see the young girl looking at him with hopeful eyes. “I’m going to try.”