Evelyn adjusted her badge again, the plastic clip clicking against her pocket. “Dr. Paulson is still reviewing his charts, Clara. You might want to wait on any official decisions until the laboratory sends up the final bloodwork.”
“The chaplain is already on his way,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “Why would we wait?”
She reached slowly for the yellow visitor badges, her fingers stopping just before she handed them over. “Just be careful what you sign up there.”
She did not say another word, turning her back to me to organize a stack of patient files on the shelf behind her.
The heavy wooden door of Room 312 was slightly ajar, letting out the low hum of the heart monitor.
