The woman rests her hand on her abdomen as tears burn her eyes.
“I don’t have it.” Drew gave an obnoxious big brother grin, as his sister punched him futilely.
He lifted his head from the keyboard but could only see as far as the monitor illuminated.
“Well, I want to go home. I feel fine. If I am still dying, I’m strong enough to go home. I don’t want to die here. I want to die at home.”