It was a very bright day with sunlight glinting off the snow. Mark was driving at a slower pace. He was relaxing now that they had crossed out of Maine and into New Hampshire. The doctor had been furious with them leaving less than a day later. The blood cultures were not even back yet. She was beside herself that they had refused to take any antibiotics with them. Most of all, she was frantic to run tests to explain how Sarah was asymptomatic in an impossibly short period of time. There was, however, nothing she could do to stop a healthy patient from checking herself out. Mark looked over at Sarah sleeping with a blanket wrapped around her. He smiled to himself. He felt they were now better prepared. In the trunk of the Humvee, inside the twelve-volt cooler they used for food, were six bags of IV saline. In their first aid pack were sterile IV infusion kits. The supplies had cost him some gold coins and a promise by the hospital pharmacist to tell no one. Now if either of them lost a life-threatening amount of blood, they had a way of keeping their pressure up until COBIC repaired enough of the damage.
