Chapter 33“I don't advise moving him,” Dr. Fullerton said. “While he lingers in a coma, it's absolutely vital that his brain not be shaken in the least.”
“Doc, it's been four weeks,” Cameron said. “If not to Marin, how about to Colliers across town on Geary?”
“He'd be closer to us,” Mona said.
“Sorry folks. Can't consider it.”
When Rachael, Mona and Cameron arrived at the hospital one evening, Cameron said, “Yesterday at lunch time I walked in on a nurse clipping Matthew's mustache. It had grown down over his lips.”
Matthew had lost much weight. His thick hair lost evidence of having been styled and had grown back in around the area of the laceration where his head was shaved. The restraints had since been removed, yet he lay unmoving. The tube sticking out of his rib cage was out and
