“I can’t stay here in Oakwood?” I asked.

“Regular foster families aren’t equipped to handle round-the-clock infusions and monitor falling vital signs,” Ms.

Davis said.

I looked down at the pale blue hospital gown covering my bare knees.

“Sometimes a trained medical professional steps forward to take a single patient,” Ms.

Davis said.

She set the highlighter down and tapped the cardboard edge of the folder.

“Would the state approve a single night nurse to foster a critical care patient?” I asked.