“They can arrange a medical transport van to take you straight from the hospital.”

I tightened my grip on the glossy paper.

“My parents just went home to figure out the finances,” I said.

Evelyn opened her manila folder and slid a single sheet of paper across the table.

It was a formal refusal of medical care, printed on pale yellow paper.

“Your father dropped this off at the front admissions desk last night,” she said.

I stared at his signature on the bottom line.