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I held her.
"Mrs. Park is staying."
"Yeah."
"She has the chair. I can't do another night in a chair, Beau. I can't."
"I know."
"She is sedated. They have her on the monitor. Dr. Reyes is — he’s going to be in by morning."
"Let’s go home for a while."
She nodded.
Mrs. Park walked us to the elevator. She had her hand on Sabrina's back. She had her other hand briefly, deliberately, on mine.
"Get her home, Beau. She needs to lie down."
"I'll get her home."
The elevator came.
I called a cab and walked her to it. I opened the passenger door. She sat. I closed the door and got in.
The late traffic had already come and gone, and there were no other cars.
Sabrina leaned her head against the window. The lights changed. The blocks went by.
"I'm scared, Beau."
"I know."
"I'm so scared."
I held her hands, and it was trembling. "Sabrina, it is going to be okay."
She turned her head, opened her eyes, and looked at me.
"Beau. Don't say things like that. You don't know."
I looked at the road.
"I know."
19.Sabrina
My phone buzzed.
I'd been in the chair beside Bonnie's ICU bed for some part of every one of the last three nights. Bonnie was sleeping. The monitor over her bed had been the same for three days. The numbers on it had been the same.
The phone was on my lap, and it buzzed again.
The number was a hospital number.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Vela?"
