Andros asked Dimitri in a low voice as they stood in the doorway of John Jackson’s hospital room at the Elias Sophia Hospital. “Same thing as the Wagners?” “Presents the same, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it is. We’ll have to wait for the blood tests to come back, and we won’t have Mr. Jackson’s until a few days after the Wagners’.” Andros looked at the woman standing next to the patient’s bed and couldn’t help but be impressed at how calm she seemed through all the activity around them. How steady, despite the incessant beep of monitors, nurses slipping in and out of the room, and techs checking the patient’s vitals. Far calmer and steadier than he might have expected her to be, considering the heightened intensity in the air. Though lines creased her brow and the blue eyes visible over the surgical mask she wore held a deep concern, her composure didn’t waver. She stood straight, talking to John about the dig. Andros had already transferred the patient here this morning, just before Laurel had shown up at the clinic.
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