Daniel and I both turned around.
Kendra stood in the doorway, pale and exhausted, like she had rushed over the second she saw our messages.
“I didn’t know what else to do,” she said quickly. “They told me it couldn’t wait.”
I felt numb. “You signed?”
Her eyes filled with tears. “They said she could get an infection that might spread to her spine. They said you weren’t in the waiting room anymore, that they tried calling you.”
“We never got anything,” Daniel snapped.
I looked at the doctor. “How many times did you call us? Or try to find us?”
He didn’t answer fast enough.
“How many?” I repeated.
“We called once,” he admitted. “A nurse searched for you but couldn’t locate you. Given the urgency, we proceeded with the available consenting adult.”
