Becky
I found Caleb in Micah's room the next morning, sitting exactly where I'd left him hours earlier, though he'd finally allowed himself a few hours of actual sleep in the reclining chair once I'd convinced him Micah's vitals didn't require his continuous, wakeful presence anymore. He looked rumpled in a way I'd never seen him, dark circles under his eyes, his usually crisp white coat wrinkled from being slept in, and something about that dishevelment made him look more human than I'd ever managed to see him before, all his careful professional polish stripped away by thirty straight hours of genuine fear.
Micah was still sleeping peacefully when I slipped into the room, his color fully returned, his breathing easy and steady in a way that made my chest ache with relief every time I l
