"No, because it would be a lie," I countered stubbornly. I could understand not wanting to tell me about an STD. But no STD I knew of required someone to be out of work for days. (That could have just been my lack of knowledge of STDs, but I felt pretty sure I would know about something that keeps you from, say, school. Except mono, which didn't count.)

I huffed again and continued to stare. I could feel my mouth starting to turn into a pout. I didn't want to do it, but if it had a chance of working, I would.