"Ma'am, ma'am…" the doctor called after Maxine as she flew through the door and wound up at Amy's side. "Ma'am…"

"What?" she asked exasperated at the fact that this doctor was standing idly by instead of giving her answers. "What is it?"

"You are her mother?" he asked, wanting to confirm what she'd said in the waiting room.

"Yes, I am her mother, Maxine Gray." She said curtly, "Now what is going on with my daughter? Or do I need to go to another waiting room and wait for you to do more idiotic tests with the sole purpose to extract money from her paycheck?"

"Mrs. Gray, I understand you're upset but there's really nothing to worry about. Your daughter should be fine in a few days; it looks like she's got gastroenteritis, nothing that needs much concern. We put her on an antiemetic, and an IV drip to rehydrate her, but it's nothing to worry about." He assured in a flat tone, used by doctors who had lost all the enthusiasm for their work after years of mindless, menial chores.

"In English…?" Maxine asked, now irritated that she was unable to fully comprehend what he was saying.

"She's got the stomach flu, Mrs. Gray, we've given her something to help with the nausea and vomiting, she should be fine in a few days." He said, shaking his head.

"Thank you for your help, doctor." She said sternly as Amy looked over to her mother with a pained expression on her face, "You read to go home?"

Amy nodded, eyes barely open, forehead wrinkled and confused. However much the medicine they had given her may have 'helped' she still felt like crap and was not fully aware of what was going on. She did notice the annoyed look on her mother's face, knowing that if she ever came into contact with the tall doctor again, he'd need to watch his back.

Outside a man waited, coldly calculating his next move… she would understand some day. Some day, she would figure it all out, and he would be there to watch as she fell through the very cracks she tried so desperately to keep watch over.