“Noah, this isn’t…”

“No, Sol. You don’t get to fucking play dress up and go off to fucking get closer to death.” Noah was yelling and I kept my face passive.

I took a breath. “Noah, please remember we are in the presence of company.”

“No! Fuck them! You are not fucking going! Last time you ended up in laid up for a month, Sol. A month and how much time did that actually take off your life? Hm? Two weeks? Three weeks? A month?”

“Noah, please…” I looked pleadingly ...