The textbooks list neat stages, but in my ICU, day 3 to 5 is when we hold our breath. That’s when the fever breaks and the real danger starts—the capillaries can leak, sending blood pressure crashing. I’ve seen a lively vendor from Wangkhei turn grey and silent in a single afternoon. My ears, trained for the softest tabla *theka*, now listen frantically for the warning beeps of monitors instead of rain.
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