At some point, out of sheer exhaustion, I must have drifted off. I was startled awake by a nurse coming into the unit to take Sterling Moon’s vitals. When she touched him, he coughed and shifted in his bed.
I raised my eyes to hers, “He’s awake?”
“Yes, but he’s pretty groggy and he may be for a while.”
Moon rasped something as she was leaving the room and pointed at his throat. She turned back to him but missed the gesture.
“I think he’s saying he wants water.”
“I’ll have an aide bring some in. He can have small sips.”
He looked me over as I sat in the bedside chair. Recognition dawned on his face. Okay, he’s not as groggy as she thinks...
Moon was on oxygen, but he was breathing on his own. That was a good sign. I was hopeful that when he got a little water down, he’d be able to ta
