Well, the mystery gets revealed! Unfortunately, no one got the disease correct, and I don't blame you. It is a very rare, very off the wall disease, but because I love you all, I am dedicating this chapter to my faithful readers. This one goes out to you all!

Chapter 7

This wasn't good. If the disease what Chase thought it was…the chances of living were 30%. To be sure, he had to do a biopsy, but there was no biopsy needles around. There was, however, a bone marrow extractor. It was going to be painful, but it was the only way to take a sample to do the test. Strapping on a pair of gloves, Chase grabbed the syringe and the needle from the table and walked over to Carrie. The world began to spin, probably due to the headache throbbing in his head, but it made it hard to put one foot in front of the other. But he managed to get over his dizziness and found himself at Carrie's bed. "I need a bone marrow sample."

"A bone marrow sample?"

"Yes. It's going to be painful, but it's the only way I can test you for this."

"Test me for what?"

"Lymphomatoid Granulomatosis," replied Chase, removing her blanket from her leg and wiping her skin with alcohol.

"Lymph-whats-its?"

"Lymphomatoid Granulomatosis is a rare progressive blood vessel disease. It's almost like cancer, but even more deadly. Normally I would take a biopsy, but seeing as how there are no biopsy needles, I'll go with the second best thing; bone marrow. This is going to hurt."

And with that, he slowly pushed the needle through her skin and into her bone. Carrie began to tremble and grit, but Chase didn't let up. Things began to get fuzzy again, but he shook it off and descended further into the bone until he thought it was a good enough spot to take some marrow. After attaching the syringe, he slowly pulled out a sample. To relieve the pain, he removed the instruments and placed a bandage over the sight. Once he threw the needle to the side, he looked at Carrie and said, "Just relax. Hopefully this will be all over soon."

Chase then went over to the test machines to test the bone marrow. After going through the necessary procedures, he waited and looked at the results. It was at that moment that his thoughts were confirmed. She was positive for Lymphomatoid Granulomatosis. The only treatment was chemotherapy, and Chase doubted that this madman had a bag of chemo lying around the house. There was only one way this was going to work. With haste, he ran to the door and started beating on it. Suddenly, the port hole opened and the man asked, "What do you want?"

"I need to get her to a hospital."

"Didn't the pneumonia medication work?"

"She doesn't have pneumonia."

"Then what does she have."

"Lymphomatoid Granulomatosis."

The man stared him with a look of questioning. "No, it's not possible. Her symptoms don't all fit it."

"Yes they do. The rapid heart beat only occurred when I told her to lie and pretend she was feeling better. That's not medically related. Her nausea and her headaches are classified as malaise, which IS a symptom of Lymphomatoid Granulomatosis. The only treatment that has proven to work is chemotherapy, and even YOU don't have that."

"I can find some."

"Even if you did, this room isn't sterile enough. She'd get an infection before the treatment started working. We need to get her to Princeton now."

"And how do you suppose we do that? We can't just walk in!"

That was true and if Chase was seen just walking in with a patient, he'd be stopped and asked a billion questions and they would both slowly start to deteriorate and gasp for air. Their oxygen supply would have to be limited until they got a hospital room. Thinking quickly, he replied, "I have an idea."


The hospital was bustling with people in the main lobby, many including patients, doctors, nurses, and cops investigating the disappearance of Dr. Chase. Just when they thought things were going normal, the doors crashed open and a man with two people in front of him, hands in the air, came running in with his gun pointed everywhere. "NOBODY MOVE OR I KILL THEM!"

People screamed and ran off in different directions. The police tried to hold a barricade, holding their weapons at the men. "LET THE HOSTAGES GO!"

"LET ME THROUGH!" the gunman replied.

Cuddy looked up from her spot in the clinic and immediately recognized one of the hostages as Dr. Robert Chase. She ran out of the doors and at the police, only to have them stop her. "Ma'am, we can't let you through," the officer ordered.

The gunman then put the barrel of the gun against Dr. Chase's neck. "LET ME THROUGH OR THE DOCTOR GETS IT!"

The police showed no signs of backing down. Removing the gun from Dr. Chase's neck, he fired a round in the air and ordered, "LET ME THROUGH!"

Cuddy could see that Chase was pale and sickly. It was an unbearable sight before her. The gunman didn't wait for the cops to move; he pushed the hostages forward and fired off rounds. The police quickly made a path, keeping their guns trained on the gunman. The way he had his hostages situated, there was no clear shot. As they got into the elevator, he shouted, "NO ONE FOLLOW US OR THEIR BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!"

And then, the doors closed. The police began to scramble around, getting everyone evacuated from the hospital. The chief stared at the elevator and saw the lights stop on floor two. "Their on floor two," he stated for Cuddy to hear.

The second floor was the ICU, and that could only mean one thing. "Men, get everyone evacuated off of floor two. If you see the gunman, shoot on sight and release the hostages. I repeat, shoot on sight and release the hostages."

Cuddy stood rooted to the spot as she watched officers run up the stairs. As she stared, the chief took her by the shoulder and said, "We need to get you out of here too, ma'am."

Cuddy nodded and followed the police out, hoping that her doctor would remain safe.

TBC…

Please R&R! Oh, BTW, you may wonder why Chase seems to be developing the symptoms faster, and if you guess it, then the next chapter will be dedicated to you!