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So, here's the new normal, at least for the near-term. It's a week later, and Jake has weathered the storm. There was a crisis several days ago when damage to his pancreas resulted in an infection that required readmission to the ICU. It's under control, but the sight of Jake spasming in the throes of a 104-degree fever will stay with you a long, long time. He's back in a "normal" room, but still tightly monitored for a few days until he gets transferred to a rehab facility. He asked for his sketch-book and brush pens, which seems like a good sign. Doesn't it? What is it that he's sketching right now, Trev?
Your "shifts" have been refined to the hours that Jake's likely to be awake and in need of company. So, it's around 2 PM and you're sitting at the hospital. Is Reggie here? Who else?
So, I'll define that a little further. Aside from Reggie (if she's here), one other person is sitting with you. Mr. or Mrs. K, your mom or dad, Tandy, or Margie. Or is there someone we haven't met yet?