It was towards evening, a couple hours after getting home, that Khaat woke. She got up and headed upstairs. She was not feeling well. She sat down on the sofa, noticing the quiet in the house. She'd missed them putting her children to bed. And she'd been to tired to even go in and check on them. She sat on the sofa and looked outside at the stars adn the moonlight.
"Khaat," her father's voice came to her. "We need to talk."
"We do?" she asked.
"You know we do," he said, coming in and sitting down. "You look like hell. I want you to take a day or so off."
"I just went back to work."
"The weekend is coming. Make it a 3 or 4 day weekend. Khaat, if you don't, I'm going to have to remove you from duty. You're not up to it. And if you refuse me and you end up on the floor at the hospital, you wont' be napping in your lovely quarters. You won't be giving me a choice. I'll have to admit you."
"Its not that bad," she scowled.
"You really stink at diagnosing yourself, you know that? You're feverish, you're congested, your rash is almost everywhere, and you're losing weight so quickly that I almost can't keep an eye on it. Bottom line, you're on borrowed time unless you let me help you."