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Later that day, Adam was lying in his bed, thinking about not thinking, when JJ came into his room. She was in uniform—scrub pants in a solid blue and a top covered with cavorting monkeys.
“Aren’t we spiffy?” Adam said, referring to the bug-eyed primates.
“They’ve got me filling in over in pediatrics today, so I dressed accordingly,” JJ said, glancing automatically at his IV and the machine that monitored his heart. Apparently, hypothermia was not always kind to that important muscle’s rhythms, but his seemed to be doing fine.
JJ drifted back toward the door, drawing out the words, “While I was over there, I ran into someone who wanted to say hi.”
Otto entered the room, wheeling Rachel ahead of him. Otto looked as if he’d aged a decade in the past few days, while Rachel looked even
