Dannie looked back at Zeke, and rolled her eyes. “Oh God, lots.” She said. “I mean, my dad has a well paying job and all that, but even with my contributions we still aren’t close enough.” She sighed again. “It’s like an endless pit of money. In order for him to get better, he needs operations, special medicine…we are only able to afford to give him the smaller stuff, like pills to calm his heart or a breathing machine for when he stops breathing. I don’t know the exact amount for sure, but it has to be in the hundred thousands. My parents can’t keep up with it. All we are doing now is just making him comfortable before he…” Dannie couldn’t bear to say the last part of her sentence. The tears were coming AGAIN (she really has to stop crying, or SHE will be hospitalized), and she looked down at the table.