That’s when Nurse Patricia came in to check on Dale. She’d been looking for him since he pulled his IV out. When she saw him holding the sleeping toddler, she started to protest.
“Mr. Murphy, you have treatment to finish—”
“Hospital policy says you can’t just pull your IV—”
“Then write me up,” Dale said calmly. “But I ain’t moving until this little guy’s mama gets some rest too.”
He looked at Jessica. “Ma’am, when’s the last time you slept?”
“I… I don’t remember. Maybe Sunday night?”
“That’s four days,” Dale said. “You’re gonna make yourself sick. Lie down. Right there on that bed. I got your boy. He’s safe. Sleep.”
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