I finally nailed context-sensitive half-times and multi-compartment pharmacokinetic models, thanks to Jackson’s custom infusion model program. His annotated notes were a Godsend—clear, concise, actually human-readable. If I’d stuck to Evers and Maze, I’d probably be rocking back and forth under my desk in a fetal position by now. Instead, I managed to revise two weeks’ worth of anaesthesia pharmacokinetics in one night without crying.
But I also hadn’t made it to bed. I passed out cold on the couch, tangled in a nest of notes and highlighters. I only stirred when I felt myself being lifted. My body, deadweight from exhaustion, registered familiar arms, the rough warmth of his chin brushing against my cheek. I didn’t open my eyes. I just curled into his chest, grasped at his forearm when i
