Chapter two- Getting worse
Anna stayed in bed all week, but there was no sign of let up. Kristoff and Elsa were by her side the whole time, and if she needed something, they would get it for her. The fever didn't go down, but thank the lord it never went up. Anna was lethargic, and some mornings she could hardly bear to open her eyes. Just when Anna couldn't think things could get worse, a new symptom emerges. Anna would get these really bad headaches, and along with the headaches, she would have muscle pain as well.
"I'm worried about Anna," said Kristoff. "She seems to be getting no better." Elsa sighed. "We just have to let nature run its course," she said. "What if it's more serious than that?" said Kristoff. "What if Anna is really sick?" "The doctor will be here tomorrow," said Elsa. "He will check her out." So the doctor came in to do a follow up on Anna. He checked her pulse and blood pressure, and her breathing. Anna explained everything that had been happening for the past week with the sickness and all. "My head and my body hurts," said Anna weakly. "And my throat hurts when I swallow." "Hmm," said the doctor. "This might be more than just a simple cold or flu. I'll take a closer look to see what is going on." The doctor looked at Anna's throat, her eyes and noise, and he listened to her stomach. Half an hour later the doctor came out to talk to Kristoff and Elsa. "Find anything?" asked Kristoff. The doctor put his hands together. "Well, I do believe Anna has malaria," he said. Elsa gasped and put her hand to her mouth. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Well, I'm not one hundred percent positive," he said. "But from the symptoms Anna has shown thus far, that's one conclusion I can summarize with." Kristoff jumped up and threw his arms out. "What do you mean, not a hundred percent sure?! You're a doctor right?!" he fumed. "Well, said the doctor, the only way to be sure is to treat Anna experimentally with Doxycycline, a medicine which is sometimes used to treat malaria. If Anna responds to the medicine, then her symptoms should go away." Kristoff sighed and fell back in the chair. "I just want her to get better," he said.
Elsa patted him on the back. "So do I," said Elsa. She looked up at the doctor. "Do what you can do," she said. An hour or so later, the doctor injected the Doxycycline into Anna's system, she was so tired, and she was half sleep, half-awake when the doctor did it. Kristoff sat by the bed and stroked Anna's hand. "It's going to be okay," said Kristoff. "You'll see." "Kristoff can you get me some chocolate?" Anna asked weakly. Kristoff laughed. "Sure, I'll see if there's any left," he said. He was halfway out the door when suddenly he heard a gagging sound and turned to see Anna throw up all over the sheets. "Oh no!" said Kristoff. The vomit had blood in it.