It seems the whole world is sick. Baby J and her parents are somewhere in the monstrous belly of the medical center sleeping in shifts in one of the rooms of the Children's ER. Baby J sick and on oxygen.
It is joked about that I love going to the ER. Of course, it's not really true. Well, not anymore and now I understand why. As Conner recounted his father's unshakable hatred of hospitals; his nervous handwashing, and incessant pacing, his jolt for the exit door... I remembered why I loved the hospital so much. I remembered why I would go there and not want to ever leave.
Get better, Baby J.