I fidget with the seam of my jeans. "Can I please go to the hospital and see Matt?"

Mom makes a noise that sounds an awful lot like a grunt. "You can't be serious. You really think we're going to let you see any of your friends right now?"

"He's in the hospital. I just want to know he's okay."

"Then you can call him when we get home." Mom turns to stare out the passenger's window.

"Dad?" I turn toward him, my gaze pleading. "Please? Ten ...