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Two hours. I looked down at my watch. The flight plan called for two hours and eight minutes from wheels up to wheels down. It had only been thirty-five minutes and already Eva was leaning over Adelaide and fidgeting with her IV. Though the physician in her refused to tell me her thoughts, her expression and concentration did little to hide her concerns.

A blood pressure cuff was secured around Adelaide's arm and Eva had her stethoscope in her ears, but I wondered ...