The next morning, after a team of doctors and nurses, including Sam, came in to check his cognitive memory function and vision, he had a CAT scan to look for any evidence of brain swelling. The whole time they were checking him, John kept hoping one of them would notice the strange brownish swirls on his left forearm. He glanced down at his arm several times, but he saw nothing. The letters seemed to have disappeared. When all the tests came back negative, the nurses moved him from ICU to a private room on one of the postoperative floors. Shortly after the nurses got him settled, made him walk to the bathroom and back, then reattached to his monitors, Sam came into the room.
“When am I getting out of here?” John asked.
“I want you here one more night,” Sam told him.
“Why?”
“Whether yo
