“A fever of one hundred four point one in a four-month-old is a pediatric emergency,” I said, my voice cold and exact.

“She could have febrile seizures if her core temperature keeps climbing.”

“I just need to present at nine,” he stammered, pulling his phone out of his pocket and staring at the dark screen.

“I can’t miss this.”

“I understand you’re tired, Ethan, but our daughter is burning up right now.”

I dialed the pediatric triage line on speakerphone, holding June tightly against my shoulder as she whimpered into my neck.

“Pediatric Triage, this is Nurse Jenkins,” a voice said through the speaker.