"My mom's a nurse," he repeats.

"But if you don't want to talk about it, we won't. I wasn't sure what you like, so I just stuck with the simple stuff."

"Thanks."

"I have friends. Who can do more things than a nurse can. They couldn't help. So she can't."

"I trust you. It's your choice."

He probably shouldn't watch the girl he's just met each her sandwich, he's not her mother.

"Do you go to Half Moon Bay?"

"Mhm."

"Do you want me to go before your...parents...get back?"

"Please."

"Night."

He does as the lady says. He goes home, and catches up on some reading.

If he notices, she's back in school a few days later, talking to a pair of other girls and seeming much less terrified.

He does notice. He considers. He heads towards them.

"Hi," she says when she sees him.

"You know this guy?"

"A little bit."

"Uh, hi. I just wanted to check in. Make sure you're- okay."

"--These are my friends."

"Oh. That's good. Uh, I'm Scott. I heard Anna-Sophia when I was in the hospital, and asked her more questions than I probably should have. Sorry."

"It's okay."

"Okay. I'll just...go then?"

He goes.

"Wait."

He waits.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. You were nice."

"Oh. You're welcome. Have a good day."

And he goes.

A few days later, just before lunch, Edie receives a video in a group chat.

Edie checks the video.

It's a girl, siting in the chemistry lab.

She drops her pen first, and then begins convulsing.

It has all the makings of a seizure, but her classmates don't seem concerned.

They laugh, and one of them films her from behind.

The teacher finally interrupts, yelling at them to help him, and the video cuts out.

Edie gets up and bolts for the chemistry lab.