You were Zubin’s kid, and seeing as Zubin was a doctor, he wasn’t home much. He was a family physician, and usually when you were sick he’d be able to tell right away.

Though, today you were actually sick, but your dad didn’t seem to notice. He just normally drove you off to school, you had a pretty good attendance and the only days you weren’t there, was when you were sick.

Zubin wasn’t dumb, he knew sending his kid off to school could result in other kids getting ill too, he didn’t like that thought.

Though, when you woke up you could feel something was off, though you’d gotten pretty used to Zubin noticing it and telling you that you were sick, so you didn’t think anything of it.

The school nurse knew otherwise though, when only after an hour or two of being at school, you threw up.

So, the nurse called Zubin, telling him what was going on and he picked you up.

“Hey kiddo, sorry I didn’t notice it earlier, you feeling bad?”

He asked, watching as you got into the back seat of his car, looking at you through the mirror.