Ponch sat in the back of a patrol car, Getraer was in the driver's seat, trying to get a hold of Ponch's doctor on the phone. Jon sat in the back, next to Ponch. Ponch was leaning on Jon. A few minutes later Getraer was pulling out of the parking lot.

"Alright, we're gonna get you in to see Dr. Smith," he informed.

Ponch just slightly nodded his head, not feeling like talking much. He just felt awful!

The ride to the doctor was pretty quiet. Getraer was on the phone the whole time, and Jon was trying to figure out himself what was wrong with Ponch. Although he wasn't a doctor, he figured he could at least try to figure something out, but nothing came to mind at what it really could be.

Soon they arrived to Dr. Smith's office.

"Where are we?" Ponch asked Jon looking out the window, unable to figure out where here was.

"Ponch, it's the doctor's office. Getraer just told you we were going. Are you ok?"

Ponch just shook his head at Jon. Jon helped him out of the car. "Let's go find out what's wrong with you, buddy," Jon said leading him inside. Getraer followed closely behind. As soon as they got inside Getraer went up to the lady sitting at the desk. And told her who they were here to see, and why. She told them to sit and wait in the waiting room.

Jon sat beside Ponch. "You're gonna be ok, trust me," Jon assured. Though he needed that assurance more than Ponch. Ponch didn't seem to be nearly as worried as Jon was. Getraer sat with them reading a magazine. When Ponch was called back Jon and Getraer came too.

Ponch sat there just staring at his doctor. "Hey, what's going on?" the doctor asked nicely wanting Ponch to talk to him.

"I don't feel good." That was pretty much all Ponch would tell him. He kept looking around the room.

Dr. Smith began to examine Ponch, then informed him they'd have to do a few blood tests. The doctor's nurse approached Ponch with a small device. She talked him through a finger stick and placing a small drop of blood on a test strip which she inserted into the device. Even though she had talked him through the entire procedure Ponch seemed unaware of what was happening. Shortly the device gave a couple beeps, the nurse looked at the reading and frowned. She showed the reading to the doctor who merely gave an umm as acknowledgement. Ponch was annoyed, because they still hadn't helped him get better. Jon had to explain over and over that they were trying to help him, but that didn't help. While Jon was sitting in the exam room with Ponch and trying to get him to understand that getting him the help he needed would take time; Joe and the Doctor were standing in the hallway with the door to the exam room open discussing treatment options. Ponch overheard the Doctor tell Joe that he wanted to admit Ponch to the hospital for more testing, though he seemed dazed and was obviously confused, the Doctors words registered with him.

He turned to Jon and grabbing his arm cried weakly, "Please Jon, don't let them take me to the hospital! People die in hospitals, I don't want to die! Please Jon, I'll behave… I'll be extra careful… Just… Please, please, don't let them take me to the hospital to die." His words were so slurred that Jon had trouble understanding what he was saying. He was also hyperventilating, his breathing coming in short panting gasps. As he looked wildly around for a place to hide his eyes suddenly rolled back and he started to convulse. Jon tried to gently lower his friend to the floor and cradle his head in his lap, while shouting for help.

At Jon's call for help Joe and Doctor Smith turned to see what was happening. On observing Ponch convulsing Doctor Smith cursed then said, "That settles it there is no other choice now, he has to go to the hospital by ambulance." Over his shoulder he called to his Nurse, "Julie call for an ambulance, then call Valley General and let them know that we are sending Officer Poncherello in to be admitted for testing." As the doctor entered the room the seizing stopped and Ponch slipped into a coma.

Finally after what seemed eons to Jon, the ambulance arrived and Ponch was loaded on board. Jon rode in the ambulance with Ponch and Joe followed in the cruiser. Once at the hospital Jon and Joe were directed to wait in the emergency waiting room. While Ponch was swept away with calls of directions and orders that made no sense to them.

Jon sat down, and looked at Joe. Joe could tell by that look that Jon was wishing he could do something, so he decided to suggest something to him.

"Jon, there is one thing you can do for him right now," Joe started.

Jon jumped at the chance. "What?" he asked.

"Pray."

Jon nodded his head. "Of course!" Jon replied. Wondering why he hadn't already done that. So soon Jon had bowed his head and began to pray. Joe prayed with him.

"Dear heavenly father, please whatever is going on with my best friend right now…please just help him. I'm worried, God. Please let him be ok, heal him…" Jon prayed. He kept praying but it kept getting quieter, almost as if he wanted it to be a private conversation without Getraer. So Getraer turned the other way and started to pray on his own.