CHAPTER 18PARALLEL LINES
DAMON
While Burt and Penny micromanaged the doctor’s examination of Jonathan’s head, I helped Naomi to her feet.
“What are you doing?” Burt said in some alarm.
“I’m taking her to see the baby. If you feel up to it,” I added as her knees wobbled.
“Yes. Yes, I want to see him right now.”
I would have liked to carry her, but settled for pushing her in the provided wheelchair, while she held her IV pole out before us like a flag. I was glad enough for the wheelchair by the time we found the NICU; the exertion of sitting up had Naomi white and trembling, a condition that worsened as we gazed at the puppy-sized child in the incubator. He could not suck or swallow, so a tube gave him nutrient solution; his lungs worked, mostly, as long as another tube in his nose ke
