The new patient was five or six years old, male, Caucasian, John Doe as usual. Grace checked the vitals his bed sensors were feeding her board and concluded he was asleep. She eased the door of 408 open and… A short story written by a woman from my high school (Oregon Episcopal School, class of ’98). Originally published in Asimov’s Science Fiction, January 2010. Nominated for the 2010 Nebula Award for Short Story