“Allison is taking her entrance exams in three weeks,” she said.

“We can’t derail her whole future right now.”

“I’m sick right now,” I said.

“And we’re handling it,” my father said.

He closed the blue folder and crossed his arms over it.

He leaned back in the plastic chair, putting distance between himself and my bed.

“Don’t ask for extras when the doctor comes in,” he said.

“Stick to the basic protocol.”