I got the idea for this story while I was in bed. My medical knowledge isn't terribly good, but I hope you will enjoy this anyway.
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Allison Cameron gently felt the her girlfriend's forehead. For the fifth consecutive day Remy was feverish, pale, and weak. Cameron's eyes were laced with concern, the corners of her mouth turned down in an effort to decide on what was best for her partner.
"Lie down babe" she grasped Remy's shoulders to support her and laid her gently on the sofa, before going into the bathroom to fetch a thermometer and a flannel cloth soaked in tepid water. When she returned, she found her girlfriend only half conscious and had to tip her head back in order to safely insert the thermometer. She pressed the flannel onto Remy's forehead and stroked her sweaty cheek with a finger, counting down the time till she would be able to make a decision on what to do.
The thermometer beeped, and Allison read the number on the screen. Twice. Three times.
'Shit' she thought. The number read 105.1°.
"Rem?" she shook her partner, trying to bring her back into consciousness. "You're really burning up now sweetheart, we have to go to the hospital. C'mon, open your eyes babe." Remy groaned, and her eyes remained shut. Allison sighed, pecked her girlfriend on the cheek and eased an arm under her body, lifting her up slowly. She half carried her to the car parked outside their shared apartment, and sat her in the passengers seat. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"Just hold on baby, we'll be their in no time." Allison wasn't sure whether Remy could hear her or not, but the words were comforting to her own ears as much as they may have been to the person she was trying to comfort in the first place.
The ride to Princeton Plainsboro took fifteen minutes, in which time Allison's worry had grown into a state of panic. She yelled for help to a nurse luckily standing outside the ER doors and together they carried Remy inside, lifting her onto a gurney. They wheeled her into the main part of the ER, and Cameron thanked her for her help.
Once inside a cubicle, Cameron drew the curtains around it and started to undress Thirteen. She then redressed her in a standard woman's sized gown, noticing the new bruises on her arms and ribs and how much weight she'd lost.
Reaching for her pager, she sent a message to Chase, who joined her within a couple of minutes. He took one look at Remy before stating that she'd need blood cultures and a lumbar puncture done. Allison agreed, and they carefully pulled their friend onto a hospital bed, leaving the covers off in an attempt to cool her slightly.

"Ready?" Chase asked Cameron. She nodded, gulping nervously, her hands placed on her only partly conscious girlfriend to keep her in place. She was shaking slightly both from the fever and apprehensiveness- She had at least some idea of what was going on. Chase inserted the needle he held into Thirteen's spine, collecting the fluid in a tube to send off to the lab. Thirteen herself winced uncomfortably, gasping in pain.
"It's okay baby, it''ll be okay" Cameron whispered.
"All done." said Chase, smiling at Allison.
She didn't return the smile.

Cameron – Eight hours later
I sat by Remy's bedside while she slept fitfully, her fever giving her nightmares. I watched her, distressed, as she writhed in a non-existent pain, shook with fear and cried even in her sleep. Watching her in that way and knowing I was unable to do anything made me feel sick. I felt a hand on my shoulder just as Remy had descended into a more peaceful sleep. I turned around to find Cuddy and Wilson behind me.
Cuddy sat tentatively on the edge of the bed, her expression sympathetic.
"What is it?" I asked nervously.
"She has a low blood count and her LP was positive for infection. We need to do a bone marrow biopsy." I looked at Wilson. Is that why he's here?
"B-bone marrow?" I stuttered, shocked. "You think she has cancer?"

Remy was tense underneath my hands. Sometime in the night her fever broke, thankfully. The negative side of this that she was fully awake and nervous about what the test results might bring.
Wilson held the aspiration needle, and I cringed at the size of it. I gently pulled the gown up to Remy's waist and pressed down hard on her shoulder with one hand, while giving her the other to hold. She hadn't said anything for a while, and I noticed she was biting down on her finger. Poor baby. James swabbed the puncture site with an alcohol-based antiseptic and injected a local, first into her skin and then her bone.
"You're going to feel a little scratch" he told her, and using a scalpel made a small nick in her skin. She held on tight to my hand as Wilson inserted the aspiration needle and twisted it, applying pressure to break through the bone. He inserted a syringe and pulled a small amount of bone marrow into it. She whimpered, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.
"Oh, baby..." I whispered, my own eyes starting to well up. James patted her awkwardly.
"Just a little bit more... The worst part is over, okay? I promise to be quick."
It was all so wrong, Wilson was treating her like any other patient... But she isn't any other patient. She's Remy.
After inserting a slightly bigger needle into the puncture site, he removed some of her bone and marrow and sent it off to the lab to be tested. He then left us to ourselves. I quietly comforted my girlfriend and wiped away my own tears, praying that the result would come up negative.
Please God, let it be negative.

"Gin!" Remy crowed triumphantly. She was sitting up in bed, still an unhealthy colour, but her fever hadn't returned and the infection seemed to have cleared. We'd been playing card games for nearly an hour, and the only times I had won was when Remy let me win- Blackjack just wasn't my forté I guess.
Wilson entered just as I had gathered up the cards. His face held a pained look, and I didn't have to hear his diagnosis to know the outcome.
Remy froze, her eyes fixed on James'. He was the first to look away, and at that I burst into tears.
"I'm sorry Remy." Wilson started, sitting on the bed and taking her hand. "You have Acute Myeloid Leukaemia."

Saturday - Two days later
I stroke Remy's back and hold her soft hair as she vomits into a kidney dish for the second time since she started chemo today.
"Good girl... That's it, get it all out" I soothe. She nods between lurching, the guttural noises making my own stomach turn.
Wilson discussed the treatment plan with us. She was to endure 1.5 hours of chemotherapy a day, five days a week. He would carefully control the progression of the cancer with monthly biopsy. She would throw up. She would lose her appetite. She would lose her hair.
All this information doesn't feel real. He's reciting textbook information and yet it sounds so foreign and impersonal. As if no one is really meant to go through all this.
I sat down on the bed behind Remy, massaging her shoulders. She leant back into me, sweating and groggy. But even through her pain, she turned her head slightly to look at me.
"It'll be OK." she told me. I smiled back at her.
"I know babe" I replied.
It'll be OK...

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