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Chapter 2: Only Tired…Or Something Else?"



"Lana, have you seen Lu?" Dana stopped at the reception desk after leaving Lu's office later that afternoon.

"Nope, haven't seen her." Lana answered. Dana sighed.

"I told her to rest in her office until I got back. She isn't feeling well, and has a temp of 102." Lana chuckled.

"Since when does Lu ever do what she is told anyway?"

"I guess you have a point there. If you see her, tell her I'm looking for her."

"Will do, Dr. Stowe."



"Hey Lu. Are you okay?" Dr. Nick Biancavilla asked, concerned. It was shortly after 9pm and he and Lu had spent several hours working together in the ER. By the time they had treated their last patient, he had noticed that she had started sweating profusely, was coughing and seemed to have trouble catching her breath at times.

"Uh…yeah. I'm fine, Nick." Lu lied.



Dana glanced at her watch as she locked her office door. 9:30pm. It had been a long day, she told herself, and all she wanted to do was to go home and soak in a nice hot bath.

Since she hadn't seen Lu since leaving her in her office earlier in the day, Dana assumed that maybe for once Lu had taken her advice and had gone home.

As she approached the reception desk, she spotted Lu coming out of her office. "Lu?" Startled, Lu turned around.

"Dana, hi."

"Mind if I ask where you've been all day?" Lu shrugged.

"I've been…around. Now I'm going home."

"You were supposed to go home hours ago. Where…" At that moment Nick came up behind them. "Hey, Dana. Lu, thanks for all your help today. Go home and get some rest. Night, Ladies." After he had gone, Dana turned to face Lu.

"You were helping Nick? But he works in the ER." Lu nodded.

"Yep. He sure does."

"You've been in the ER all afternoon?" Dana asked.

"Yeah, pretty much." Lu answered.

"Lu…" Lu held up her hand to stop her.

"Dana, it's late and I'm sure we're both very tired. Let's just go home, okay?" Dana sighed. She knew it was no use arguing. As they left the clinic together, Lu started coughing. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Lu, I think we'd better go back to my office and check you out."

"I'll…I'll be okay." She gasped. "I need to get home to Marc."

"You're sick, Lu. Why won't you let me help you?"

"Because I don't need help. But thanks, anyway. I'll see you tomorrow." Dana watched in silence as Lu got into her car and drove out of the parking garage. She shook her head as she got into her own car. She could tell that her partner was very sick. But why couldn't Lu admit it?



By the time Lu arrived home a short time later, she was coughing hoarsely and gasping for every breath she took. "Hey Ma." Marc greeted her.

"Hey, Kiddo." Marc immediately noticed that his mother wasn't feeling well.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'll be fine. I think I'm just gonna take some Tylenol and go to bed. I'm really tired."

"Okay. Night."

Once Lu went to bed, it didn't take her long to drift into a restless sleep. Late into the night, Lu began coughing. As the coughing became more intense, she found it more difficult to catch her breath. All through the night she couldn't get back to sleep. She was tossing and turning. As the night wore on, her breathing became more and more difficult.