The ambulance pulled in near the emergency building. Doctors and nurses were standing near the door, ready for the patient. They didn't expect the patient to be Gosalyn. "Oh my gosh! What happened?" Dr. Julie Jamison asked Jennifer.

"From what we hear, Gosalyn collapsed while class was in session" Jennifer answered.

Dr. Jamison examined Gosalyn and decided that the child's condition was serious. A lot more serious than the last one. "Get her to the ICU" she said. She grabbed a pair of latex gloves and started to follow.

Drake stopped her. "Wait a minute. I want to be back there with her" he said.

"Mr. Mallard, I'm going to have to ask you stay here" said Dr. Jamison.

"Doggone staying in the waiting room, Dr. Jamison! My only daughter needs me!" Drake was close to yelling.

"We'll let you see her after we get her settled. Until then just wait. If we stand here in argue, she's not going to get any better" Dr. Jamison said.

Drake was silent as the doctor ran out of the waiting room and to the ICU. This was the second time Gosalyn had come to the hospital for something like this.

Gosalyn's breathing was slowing down more. Clearly her breathing wasn't normal.

Dr. Jamison hurried in and closed the curtain behind her. "What's the status?" she asked the team of nurses.

"Breathing irregular and temperature at 112 degrees Fahrenheit" Janet, Gosalyn's nurse answered.

"Heart rate?" Dr. Jamison said.

"Steady" another nurse, Steven answered. He was holding an oxygen mask over Gosalyn's mouth.

Gosalyn's breathing slowed down more.

"Gosalyn, stay with us" Dr. Jamison urged.

Janet patted Gosalyn's forehead with a washcloth dampened with cold water, but the sweat kept coming. Then Gosalyn's temperature shot up another two degrees. The doctor and team of nurses figured that if they don't help Gosalyn soon, they couldn't do anything else to save her.

Drake waited impatiently in the waiting room for results on his daughter. He looked at his watch. It has been 20 minutes since they brought her in and he hasn't heard anything yet. But finally, Dr. Jamison came out

Drake walked up to her. "Where's my daughter?" he asked.

"Calm down Mr. Mallard, we've gotten her settled in" said Dr. Jamison.

"I want to see her" Drake demanded.

"Will you please listen to what I have to say? Gosalyn's condition is very serious again, and this time, I don't think it's the flu" Dr. Jamison said.

"What do you mean 'you don't think'? This is a 10-year-old we're talking about here" Drake said.

"We understand that, but the blood tests show that Gosalyn has something more serious than a flu" Dr. Jamison explained.

"Like what?" Drake asked.

"We don't know. Her temperature is at 114 degrees and we're hoping it goes down. And if it doesn't, you can only think the worst" said Dr. Jamison.

Drake let out a frustrated sigh.

"You're not helping her by getting angry. Every minute we're arguing her life might be failing" Dr. Jamison said.

"Can I see her now?" Drake asked.

Dr. Jamison led Drake to the ICU and to where Gosalyn was resting. The child was breathing through the oxygen mask and there was a clear liquid going through her IV. A heart rate monitor kept a record of her heartbeat. There was an ice pack on her forehead.

"We're keeping her for several nights to see if she pulls through" Dr. Jamison said quietly.

"You said that last time and only ended up keeping her for two" Drake's voice was also quiet.

"Look, I told you we don't know what's wrong. All we know is that this isn't the flu" Dr. Jamison said.

"You can make her get better. Put her on stronger medicine" Drake said.

"The medicine she's on is strong enough and all we can do is wait. We can't make our patients get better" Dr. Jamison said.

"If the medicine you're using is strong enough, how come it's not helping her?" Drake demanded.

"It's doing everything it can and we are too. You're not helping your daughter by arguing with me. You'll just have to let us do our job" said Dr. Jamison. Then she left the room.

Drake watched her leave then looked at his suffering daughter. Her breathing was slow, but steady. Drake took a seat on the bed. He gently stroked her hair.

"I can't believe this happened to you again" he said to her sleeping form. He took a gentle hold of her good hand. "Listen to me, honey. You've got to fight this. For Daddy. Please".