Teddy and Professor Wiley

My doorbell rang and when I opened it, it was my neighbor's next door son standing there.

"Hello, Teddy. What do I owe to this unexpected visit?"

"I need to talk to somebody about my mom."

Teddy's voice sounded nervous and he wouldn't look at my face, and kept staring down at his tennis shoes.

"Well, come inside and tell what seems to be the problem."

"Mr. Wiley, my mom's in the hospital. She has that virus thing."

"The Covid-19, you mean."

"Yeah, and I don't know what to do."

"I would imagine you should be talking to you father about-"

"My dad left three days ago; the Army sent him to Syria."

"Oh, then you do seem to have a problem. So then, tell me, how can I help?"

"I...I don't know. I just thought cause you're smart and all that, you could give me some advice. I'm scared she might die."

"Teddy, let's not think the worse just yet. She is in the hospital, so obviously she'll get expert care. Of course one issue you have is that you won't be able to see her anytime soon because of the hospital's..."

"I tried calling but some lady on the phone kepr saying for me to call back in a few days. That I have to wait until they do some tests on her."

"Teddy, my boy, that's just part of their protocol. In the military they call it Standard Operating Procedure. It's for her safety and well being, and you have to consider the doctor's and nurses have a huge responsibility with the amount of patients they have to attend to, so I would say just give it that few days they mentioned. Things will work out fine."

"You think so?"

"Of course."

"Thanks for listening to me."