“Did you bring the liquid acetaminophen from the kitchen counter?” I asked him.

“No,” Ethan said, pausing mid-step.

“You said the triage nurse would give her something when we checked in.”

“The triage nurse took her vitals and put us in the queue,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

“They do not administer fever reducers until a physician orders them.”

Ethan ran his hands through his hair again, letting out a sharp breath.

“Great.