I found Heath’s nurse, identified myself as his emergency contact, and she let me know that they were going to keep Heath there overnight. “There is the rare chance of an infection to the lungs,” she explained. “He did take in quite a bit of water, Miss Holliday, and we want to make sure he doesn’t develop a fever or pneumonia.” “Please keep him as long as you need to make sure he’s okay,” I told her, taking up a nearby pen and scrap of paper to jot down my phone number. “That’s my cell number. Please call me with any new developments, and I’ll be back later to check on Heath.” I then headed back downstairs and found my own nurse ready with my release papers. Gopher was watching a soccer match in the waiting room when I tapped him on the shoulder and motioned that we should go. We didn’t speak on the way outside and he waved down a taxi for us.
