coming?â Pete asked me, cranking his head to look at me as he walked through the front door.
I shook my head, blinking back tears. I was desperate to stay with Nate, but my two oâclock meeting was with Jack, and I couldnât miss it.
Instead, I was forced to wave a final time before returning to the cab. I gave the driver my work address. As he pulled away, I bitterly yanked out my iPhone and returned to the chaos of my workday, firing off answers to the challenges in my inbox.
9
Nate
Iâm going to the hospital. Dad said I have to get my head looked at by some doctor.
I donât want to get my head checked. I want to play video games with Noah but Dad said no way, boss .
We walk in and see doctors. Lots and lots of doctors. And nurses.
Dad tells me to keep the ice on my head. I sit on the blue chair with lots of other people. Dad talks to a nurse. I wait.
I take off my jacket because I feel hot. Even with the ice on my head. I feel dizzy. I might fall over and hurt my head like I did before. Then Mom will be upset again.
My chest hurts. It goes up and down. Really fast. It wonât stop. Itâs weird. I do not like it. Iâm scared.
I canât breathe.
Everything hurts.
âHey little guy ⦠are you okay?â a woman wearing purple asks me. She is sitting too close to me. I tell her to go away.
She stops talking to me. For one minute. Then she comes closer and asks where my mom is. Her breath stinks. Like cat pee and coffee all mixed up. I want her to go away. I yell at her to go away.
âIs everything okay here?â my dad asks. He isnât talking to the nurse anymore. He puts his arm around me. âAre you okay, Nate?â
My arms twitch. Dad hugs harder.
âIs this your son?â the woman asks. âHe doesnât seem okay. He was breathing really quickly and he wonât stop shaking.â
âNate? Are you okay? Youâre sweating ⦠are you hot?â He sits on the chair next to me.
I canât breathe. Iâm scared. I might be choking. My chest hurts.
I hate it here.
I have to go outside.
I run for the door. Fast. Faster. Like my gym teacher tells me to do.
âNate? Nate!â I hear Dad yelling behind me. He is following me.
I need air. I canât breathe.
I slam into the door. But Iâm not fast enough. Dad grabs me. He picks me up. He is holding me too tight. My arms feel all tingly. Itâs weird.
Iâm so scared.
âNo, no, no â¦â I scream. I need to get away. I punch Daddy. I donât want to. I love Daddy. But I punch him. I need to go outside. âNo Daddy ⦠no, no, nooo! Leave me alooone !â
My dad holds tighter. I kick hard. As hard as I can. Daddy calls for help. He yells so loud it hurts my ears.
Two doctors rush over. âWhatâs going on here?â one asks.
âI donât know,â Daddy answers. âIâve never seen him like this before.â
Iâm more scared now that the doctors are asking questions. I need to get out of here. I bite Daddy. Hard. He drops me.
âCode white!â I hear one of the doctors yell loudly as I try to break away from my daddy. I donât know what a code white is.
Two policemen find me. They grab me. They carry me to the back. They put me on a bed and hold me down. I donât know where my daddy is. Iâm so scared. Iâm going to die.
â Get awaaay from meee ! Whereâs my daaaddy?â
âRight here, Nate. Iâm here, buddy.â I hear my dadâs voice but I canât see him. I feel a squeeze on my shoulder. I think itâs him. But maybe itâs the policeman.
A new doctor comes in. He shuts the curtain and sits beside me on the bed.
âNate? Is that your name?â The doctor sits very close to me. âListen to me, Nate. You are going to be okay.â
âI ⦠I ⦠c-c-c-canât ⦠breathe.â
âWe know youâre breathing because