The guard disappeared down the hall as Rosa and I took our seats across from Doctor Janet. She set her stethoscope down on the  wooden desk and leaned back in her chair.

"Hello, Rosalina," Janet said smoothly.

"Hi, Jane. How is your day going?" Rosa returned, her Italian accent curling around the English words.

"It’s been back-to-back treatments all morning," Janet said, before turning her focused gaze toward me. "How are you feeling, Micah?"

"I'm starving," I admitted plainly.

Janet let out a light laugh. "I imagine so. Going two days without solid food isn't easy on the body."

She stood up, walked over to the water dispenser in the...