Master is not.
They've admitted Him to the hospital and will be administering IV fluids.
He was feeling some better when I left, but surely not as well as we'd hoped He would be by now.
I'm going to try and get a bit of a nap. I am simply fried from lack of sleep.
His clothes are in the washer, and when they are dried and ready to go, I'll gather up the things He will need and head back.
This was the thing I dreaded -- that Master and T might end up in two places, and I'd not be able to be around for them both. Fortunately, T's mom will be down this afternoon, and so perhaps there'll be a bit of coverage at that point.
Meanwhile, I am trying to stay calm. This is a bump. The doctor is taking a very serious, very conservative approach, but then that is likely why his mortality rates for this surgery are so much lower than most other surgeons. He'll treat whatever this is as aggressively as possible, and soon Master will be home and feeling better each day.