26- Schedules and sick days

I tap Garrett on the arm to let me see. He moves to the side a little to reveal Agnes's grandson Caleb. The eleven year old looks pale and sweaty. His blond hair is almost plastered to his head. He's bundled up in a thick jacket and looks completely miserable.

“Caleb!” I shove Garrett out the way, he moves aside which is good because me pushing him likely had little effect.

“Sweetie, are you okay?