ARTHUR
The first rays of dawn filtered in through the slatted blinds.
I sat in the private luxury ward on the top floor of the hospital, staring at Mia’s finally calm, little body.
Her breathing had improved and her color looked better.
“How’s she doing?” The private night nurse whispered, coming in quietly. This nurse was the best money could buy, as evidenced that she was stopping by again at the end of her shift.
“Mia’s sound asleep, finally,” I said, whispering back. “This is the first really peaceful sleep since she got here.”
The nurse checked Mia’s charts at the end of her bed and left.
I knew I should try and take a quick catnap. I’d barely slept in days.
Focusing on Mia was paramount.
Still, I had a batch of documents that needed to be signed. I would do it quickly and t
