Callie is sitting cross-legged on the bed in her favorite brushed-flannel pajamas and a nurse is adjusting the bag on her IV stand when Steffi walks in. “Steffi, this is Esther,” she introduces her to the nurse. “She is doing an amazing job of looking after me. I swear she’s the only person around here who I want giving me shots.” A knock on the open door and a young man walks in with equipment. Steffi gives Callie a questioning look as Callie holds out her arm. “They come in every hour to take my vitals.” “Doesn’t that drive you mad?” “A little.” Callie gives the male nurse a sly smile. “That’s why I requested they only send in men who are young and hot.” Another knock and a woman walks in with a tray and places it on the table. “Chicken soup and meatloaf, right?” she asks with a bright smile. “Thanks, Rose,” Callie says, while Steffi takes the steel dome off the plate to inspect the food. “Do you know everyone’s name in here?” “Only the people who come in this room.”
