“Captain Whim? Commander Lawrence wishes to speak to you.”

Fosher jerks his head up and turns to look at the nurse in the doorway, eyes red and puffy from lack of sleep. “Could you transfer it in here, please?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but he requested a secure line, and the only one in the hospital is in the chief’s office.”

Fosher sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. “Alright, alright. I don’t suppose I could grab a coffee first?”

“There’s a pot in the chief’s room, sir, and mugs.”

Lurching to his feet, Fosher glances over at Jase, still unconscious, still bandaged. “You’ll call me if he wakes up?”

“Immediately, sir.”

“Okay, lead the way.”

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