She visited him the next morning. Arthur was propped up in bed, looking bewildered but alive. His daughter sat beside him, clutching a paper bag of apples.
The resident on duty hesitated. “Dr. Kerley, his vitals are stable—” kerley line
She called the floor. “Arthur Pendelton, Room 312. Do not discharge him. Repeat the chest X-ray in four hours and start a BNP. I’m coming down.” She visited him the next morning
It was enough. It had always been enough. kerley line