“I’ll call his sister.” Steven held his gaze and dialed a Jacksonville number on his cellphone. A man answered, the phone fumbled down, then Juliana’s voice, groggy. Steven snapped his voice to get her attention and she told him, yes, Conrad had ampicillin as a teenager for a staph infection. He promised to call her with more news later.
The doctor took a few notes. “All right, then, we’ll try ampicillin first to bring the fever down. He’s on IV saline, he started throwing up just after you got here. What medications did he take?”
“Uh, just aspirin and juice.”
“How many aspirin?”
“Nine.” Steven looked at his watch. “Since about three o’clock in the afternoon.”
“Nine?”
Steven shrugged. “He’s a big guy, I figured he needed a bigger dose. And he seemed to be really hurting.”
“Well, it’
