Okay, think. 

Fuck.

Okay. There is only so little we can do, but I think the first thing to do is get him out of that fucking hospital. And then hope for the best. I am so scared I have to shit five times a day. But this is like being in a wakeful nightmare and my brain keeps trying to help and keeps erasing my memories, so I walk around and think: but why am I shaking and feel so anxious? Oh, right, dad has covid, I forgot.