Having a cardiologist help me with a shower seemed a bit like overkill. The woman specialized in the health of people's hearts, and here she was walking me into the bathroom of the room where I'd awoken. The room itself as well as the attached bathroom was lovely and impersonal. I hadn't asked if this was also Sterling's bedroom, but I had the feeling it wasn't. Then again, the bedroom he called his own within the cabin didn't have any pictures or personal mementos, nothing that said it was his own—well, other than it was.
“Your color is better since the oatmeal and fruit," Dr. Dixon said. “And you made it back upstairs, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you fall in the shower on my watch." The part she didn't say, the part hanging in the air like a neon sign, was that she wouldn't
