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Did it make him a bad person, a bad father and husband, that Alex was disappointed when Graciela denied his offer? He really wanted an excuse to leave at this point, even the other half of him wouldn't be able to live with himself if he stepped out of that room and away from him now. He was already doing so little for him, so how could he take away the one thing he did give to Zac--his presence?

And yet that didn't stop him from wishing he could leave. Get up, walk out, and maybe while he was walking some sort of epiphany would strike him on how to cure his son and he would come back and everything would be better. They would take Zac home, where he would grow up happy and virus-free for the rest of his long, long life. If that could just happen, then everything would be fine. But of course not, of course it couldn't all be that easy, and that thought did nothing now but to make Alex feel even more useless than he already did.

"I haven't taken any days off yet, so... a couple weeks, I guess?" he answered. "I should probably only take one, though, in case I need the days later--he won't be sick that long, will he?" Of course she didn't know any more than he did, but he sure did wish that was the truth. "I mean, didn't Santiago say something about... something about fevers breaking around a certain point? Maybe his will break early."

Or he would die, but that was one place that Alex was actively forcing his mind not to go. He didn't know how he would handle it if Zacharias didn't get better from this; he didn't know how any of them would handle it.