"Rhys Davenport," I leaned against the counter, watching as the woman behind the counter typed his name into her computer.
"At this time, only family members are permitted to visit."
The woman, who was standing next to my father, glanced at me and decided right once that we weren't related to the boy with the unusual European name.
"We'll be back," Dad pressed his hand against my right shoulder. The sting was lessened a little, but I still had to take a few deep breaths to keep my composure.
There was no incentive to stay any longer when access was denied. I used up all of the hospital disinfectant in less than 24 hours. It would be another hour before we could leave! I'd be able to get the odor out of my nose.
As we strolled out the sliding doors into the fresh air, the ring of
