ALISON
The days all bled together until another week had passed, and then, slowly and painfully, another few days. I lived for the occasional text from Emma.
No change. Running more tests.
Docs are trying something today-fingers crossed.
Off vent today-yay! His mom says he's breathing well on his own. Good news.
When Noah had been unconscious for fourteen days, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I left the office an hour early and drove to the hospital, my still-numb mind on autopilot. Once I was in the parking lot, I sat in my car and called Emma.
"Hey-am I catching you at a bad time?"
"Eh-you know what it's like here." She sounded slightly harried. "If it's not one thing, it's five others. And that's on a slow day."
"I vaguely remember." I tried to inject a little wry humor
