7
ROMAN
I woke to find the night nurse, Joe, coming to check my vitals. “I thought Brynn was coming in this morning.”
“Good morning to you too, handsome,” the male nurse said jokingly.
“Sorry.” I hadn’t meant to sound so rude. “Good morning, Joe.”
He put the blood pressure cuff around my upper arm, and it began to give my bicep a tight squeeze. “No talking while I take your blood pressure. It gives a bad reading if you talk, and then I’ll have to do it all over again.”
Keeping my mouth closed, I didn’t relish the idea of being squeezed by an anaconda-like grip all over again.
Joe ran a little rolling thermometer across my forehead. “No fever. That’s good.”
The cuff released the pressure, and Joe seemed happy with the results as he smiled and jotted down the information. “All is wel
