CHAPTER 65
“Hello?” I don’t want to talk to Jake, but this is the third time he’s called me since Natalie’s EEG. I can’t go on ignoring him forever.
“It’s me.” He always starts his phone conversations the same way. As if my caller ID was suddenly broken and I didn’t have a clue who I might be talking to. “How’s she doing?”
I guess I should be grateful he’s so concerned about our daughter. But asking how I’m doing would be a nice change every so often.
“She’s all right.” I don’t have the energy to tell him everything about the seizure or whatever that was. I’m not sure why the neuro guy hasn’t come yet to give me his report. Do they just expect me to wait all night while they take their sweet time?
“How are her oxygen levels?”
I glance at the monitor. “Ninety-one right now. They’ve be
