“Yes,” Emilio says at the same time.
The doctor sighs in the way of professionals who have seen every category of chaos. “She’s dehydrated, undernourished, and has likely been rationing medication she should be taking regularly. We’re stabilizing her, but she needs a safer environment than wherever she came from.”
Miguel turns to Emilio very slowly. “What medication?”
Emilio answers in a whisper. “Insulin.”
The room seems to lose air. Miguel looks back at Sofia, at the sharpness of her collarbones, at the old backpack under the chair, at the child-sized effort it must have taken to survive this long with so little. The indignation that has been simmering in him all week surges now into something molten and focused.
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