Page 506 of End Game

I let that be enough.

The elevator opens across the waiting room about five minutes later.

Griffin steps out in sweatpants and a clean T-shirt, hair still damp from a shower.

He looks exhausted.

He also looks more like our friend and Cami's husband and less like somebody who wandered out of a trauma bay.

His eyes go immediately to all three of us. “Everything okay?”

Micah nods. “She looks better.”

Dex adds, “She bullied me.”

Griffin exhales. “Good.”

Then he looks at me. “Go, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I stand.

No tallying minutes.

Just my turn.

Griffin

By four in the morning, Cami is asleep.

Actually asleep.

Not difficult to arouse.

Not drifting in and out because her brain is swimming in acid and dehydration.

Sleeping.

Her breathing is almost normal again, and the latest labs are better.

Not fixed.

Better.

The gap is closing.

Glucose is somewhere in the low three hundreds now and continuing down at the pace they want.

Potassium has started doing exactly what we expected it to do once insulin got involved, which means replacement has joined the collection of bags hanging from the pole.

I know all of that because I asked.

Then I texted it to the guys.

Then Micah asked if the potassium drop was dangerous.

Dex asked how long before she's out of ICU.

Ronan asked what number they need the anion gap to reach.