The boy is sick

There are few things in the world as unnerving as arriving to work to find that My bosses and their younger child have just left for the hospital in an ambulance. The boy is sick. Obscenely high fever and a seizure. I'm so scared. I love him so much. His parents are intelligent, informed and in a position to get him the best care possible, so I know "everything will be fine." But sitting here alone in their apartment I'm wavering between taking care of the things I came in to do today, running up to the hospital or chainsmoking in the hallway.