LOGIN(Chase)The waiting room is too crowded for this conversation.That is my first clear thought when Dr. Patel walks in with a tablet in one hand and a folder tucked beneath his arm.The second is that doctors only carry paper when they’re about to tell you something they want no possibility of misunderstanding.“Mr. Warren. Mrs. Warren,” he says quietly. “Can we speak privately?”Natasha is already on her feet. I stand with her.The room is full of people who look up the second they see us move.My mother. Mason. Gloria. Nathanial. Piper. Julian. Sonia. Natasha’s parents.All of them waiting for news about my daughter with different degrees of sincerity and usefulness.Patel leads us into a smaller consultation room and shuts the door.I don’t sit immediately. Neither does Natasha.Patel glances between us, then gets straight to it.“The treatment is working as well as we hoped,” he says. “Lily’s infection count is already down substantially.”He pauses for a second.“That part is enco
(Natasha)The waiting room has stopped feeling like a room and started feeling like a pressure chamber.Plastic chairs. Bad coffee. Too many expensive coats thrown over the backs of seats.Too many people pretending not to watch one another while listening to every change in breathing from the corridor outside the NICU.Nathanial is standing by the window with his phone in his hand and no attention on it whatsoever.Mason is leaning against the wall near the coffee machine, talking quietly to Gloria.Piper is seated with her legs crossed and her shoulders set like she’s bracing for impact.Julian is somehow managing to make a hospital chair look like a throne.Eleanor is stiff with contained fury. Sonia is very still beside her, which is somehow more unnerving than her usual look-at-me attitude.Chase is across the room, leaning forward with his forearms on his knees, staring at the doors as if concentration alone might force them to open.It feels like there are undercurrents swirlin
(Julian)Sonia looks like she hasn't slept.Which, for a woman who treats her appearance as a full-time occupation, is genuinely alarming.There are shadows under her eyes that her concealer hasn't quite covered, and she's holding her coffee cup with both hands like it's the only stable object in the room.I sit down across from her and take a moment to appreciate the catastrophic architecture of the situation she's built for herself.It really is impressive, in the way that a very large forest fire is impressive."You have to get me out of this," she says."Good morning to you too.""Julian. You made me wait an eternity, don’t play games with me right now."I lean back in my chair."You summoned me down here. I'm allowed to arrive at my own pace."She stares at me with the expression she's been using on men all her life.It’s never worked on me, probably since I’ve known her since she was in diapers, but old habits die hard.Then again, Nathanial’s known her as long as I have and she
(Sonia)I find a quiet corner near the vending machines and call Dr. Evans before I've fully thought through what I'm going to say.He answers on the seventh ring, which tells me he saw my name and considered not picking up.Very rude."Lily Warren is in the NICU," I say, without preamble."They're blood typing everyone here because she has some rare genetic marker. Every single person upstairs is lining up to donate. My brother is one of them."I keep my voice low and controlled."I need you to fix this."A long silence."Miss Morton."His voice has the same quality it had in our last few interactions.The sound of a man who’s walked very far down a road he doesn't like and can no longer see the start of."I'm a gynecologist.""I know what you are.""Then you understand that a pediatric case at a hospital, under a different physician, is completely outside my reach. I don't have access to that doctor’s files. I don't have access to any files in that building."A pause."I can’t help
(Piper)I don't know why I came.That's not true.I can lie to everyone else, but I’ve never been fond of trying to bullshit myself.I know exactly why I came.I came because Julian called me at an ungodly hour and casually mentioned that Nathanial and Gloria were already on their way to support Natasha and Chase in their hour of need.I was not about to stay away under those circumstances.So I grabbed on to the tenuous excuse that Sonia is my sister and that practically makes Chase family.Step-sister, whom I don’t much like under normal circumstances, but we’ll ignore the qualifiers for today.So here I am, sitting in a row of plastic hospital chairs with the two people on earth I’m least equipped to sit next to, and I’m being extremely mature about it."You don't have to stay," Nathanial says, for the second time."I'm aware," I say. "Yet, I'm still here."He looks at me the way he always does when I do something unexpected.Like he's updating a file in his head.Probably a list o
(Chase)Lily’s fever spikes again at one in the morning.I know because I'm sitting in the chair beside the cot, watching her little chest rise and fall the way I have been for the past three hours.One moment she's warm. The next, she's burning.Natasha's name is out of my mouth before I've fully stood up.She's in the doorway in thirty seconds, eyes wide and worried.She takes one look at Lily and says, "Call Patel."Patel doesn't answer. His service informs me he's unavailable until morning.I swear quite inventively, then call Dr. Hargreaves instead.The Warren family physician is seventy years old, semi-retired, and answers his phone on the second ring without a trace of irritation.Because men like Hargreaves have been doing this long enough to know that a middle of the night call means something.Especially when it comes from our home.He arrives in under twenty minutes.He examines Lily with steady hands and a face I’m watching very carefully for information he may not be keen
(Sonia)I find out from Hendrik.He calls me directly, which he almost never does, his voice carrying the particular strain of a man managing several problems at once and not enjoying any of them."Your mother is at the Rosewood," he tells me. "She arrived yesterday. Nathanial has been here to see
(Nathanial)When I see a private number flashing on my screen, I very nearly let it go to voicemail.People should know better in this day and age than to withhold their numbers.But in business you never know when a call can be important."Nathanial. How wonderful to hear your voice. It’s been so
(Sonia)Dr. Reeves has rearranged the chairs since last week.A small thing. Probably meaningless.But I notice it the moment I walk in, and I spend the first ten minutes of our session deciding whether it was deliberate.By the end of those ten minutes, I've decided it was.She's moved them so we
(Sonia)I’ve been at the Warren Estate for two weeks.I have cried on command approximately forty times, and Chase has looked at me with genuine feeling exactly once.And that feeling was impatience.Something has to change.I thought that I’d be sleeping in his bed by now.That he’d be making arra







