“I’ve Been A NICU Nurse For Thirteen Years, And I Almost Judged A Giant Tattooed Biker By His Hands. He Asked To Hold The Baby Nobody Had Come To Visit, And Sat In The Same Chair For Twelve Hours. Then A Nurse Noticed The Small, Faded Tattoo On His Wrist: A Name, And A Date.”

the nurses used among themselves. Cub. Marcus hadn’t suggested it; he’d only said it once, in that first whispered minute. Somehow it moved through the room on its own, the way things do in a unit where everyone is watching everyone closer than they let on. Marcus still volunteers. He has a regular Thursday slot and a backup Wednesday. He holds babies continue reading …