Damien’s POV
Sable came in at seven with the morning panel results. She was the day nurse who'd noticed my mobility was ahead of protocol and had the specific energy of someone who filed information carefully and waited to see what it meant. She handed me the results without editorializing, which I appreciated.
I read them. Point-zero-three. Down from point-zero-eight yesterday. Down from point-one-eight the day Nora had first read my panels and told me the silver was getting out of my tissue correctly.
Three weeks ago point-six-two had been trying to shut my organs down.
"Two more days on the drip," Sable said, from the doorway. "Then the attending will reassess for clearance."
"I know the protocol."
"I know you know." She leaned against the frame with her arms crossed, the posture
