They rushed her into Treatment Room One, and transferred her to a gurney. Lisa squinted from the intensely bright room filled with stainless steel, glass, and monitoring equipment. The nurse pulled the avocado-green curtains that moved in a ceiling track around Lisa to put her in a hospital gown. She then attached monitoring leads on her chest, and nasal prongs for oxygen, completing her transition from person to patient. Lisa viewed this all in a dreamlike state, punctuated by fits of terror and despair. Since Phoebe was an ICU nurse, the ER staff allowed her to remain at Lisa’s side. “How are you feeling, sweetie?” “What…?” “Harvey’s on his way down. He’ll be here in a moment.” “What’s happening with Mike?” “Nothing’s changed.” The ER nurse approached with an IV setup.
