"Okay," he said quietly.Dr. Chen nodded once, no triumph in it, just acknowledgment. "I'm going to start you on IV fluids now. I have what I need here. It'll take about an hour, and then we'll go over the medication, the restrictions, what bed rest actually means in practical terms.""I know what bed rest means.""You think you do," Dr. Chen said, already moving to the cabinet. "But for most of my patients it means lying down between activities. For you, it means genuinely stopping. Which is going to be harder for you than the vomiting.""That's probably accurate," Victoria said from near the door, and something in her voice was dry enough that Daveson almost, almost smiled.Dr. Chen set up the IV with the same quiet efficiency she brought to everything. The needle was a small, cold sting in the back of his hand, and then the slow cool flow of fluids moving into him, and Daveson sat there and let it happen, which was its own kind of work.Victoria pulled her chair closer to the table
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