CHAPTER 68
“Did you press your button?” Tonight’s nurse is middle-aged. Somewhat cross. Her hot pink scrubs are two or three sizes too small. That woman is trying way too hard.
“Yeah. She’s acting a little strange.”
It’s not the feet pedaling this time. There’s something else going on. Hot Pink leans over my baby’s crib, and I catch a strong whiff of Listerine. She’s not a smoker, is she? There’s no way a hospital like Children’s would allow a peds nurse to take regular cigarette breaks. I’m just being paranoid.
“It’s her legs,” I say. “She’s been bending them like that for the past five minutes or so.”
Hot Pink glances at the monitor. Natalie’s oxygen levels are around 86. Not great, but not terrible. I’ve seen worse.
“Let me check her temperature.”
I move out of the way so the nur
