“I told you," I huffed, shaking my head.
"Told me what?" Dennis asked, wrinkling his eyebrows.
"It wasn't the camping," Collin declined.
"It's just the Chemo."
"Collin, you don't run a fever because of the Chemo," I declined.
"You're sick."
"What are we talking about?" Dennis asked.
"You had one job!" I said, turning to glare at him.
"Make sure Collin stays healthy."
"I did the best I could," Dennis defended, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
"Well your best wasn't good enough."
"He's a big boy, he can take care of himself."
"He was on Chemo in the middle of the woods, you should've-"
"Can you two take this somewhere else?" Collin questioned.
"I'm trying to have a fever in peace."
I crawled into his bed next to him, placing a kiss on his burning
