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Chapter 3: Where Is Lu?
The next morning Lu woke up with a horrible headache. She couldn't even stand up, as she was tired and very weak. Lu. Sat down on the edge of the bed. She could hear Marc in the next room as he got ready for school. She reached up and felt her forehead. "No wonder I'm so hot." She murmured. She took a deep breath, then got up and made her way to the kitchen. She was sitting at the table a few minutes later when Marc came out of his room. He was surprised to see her sitting at the table wearing her usual tshirt and sweats instead of dressed for work. He glanced at his watch. "Hey Ma. It's after 7. Aren't you going to be late for work?" He asked. Lu looked up at him with a blank stare. "Huh?"
"Work…you know, that place you go every morning. Aren't you going to be late?"
"Oh right. Work." Lu said, confused. Marc looked at her, then reached up to feel his mother's forehead. "Mom, you can't go to work like this. You have a fever. No wonder you're not dressed or anything." Marc said, concerned. "Why don't you go lay down on the couch and I'll call Dr. Stowe because you need to be checked out by a doctor other than yourself."
"Marc, please don't get Dana involved in this. I don't want to bother her while she's working."
"But Mom, you're sick and need help." Marc argued.
"I'll tell you what. You go to school, and I'll call Dana." Marc wasn't sure whether or not he believed that she would call Dana, but he knew it was no use arguing with her. "Yeah, okay. But you will call her, right?" Lu nodded.
"Go to school, Marc."
Dana glanced at ther watch. It was almost noon, and still there had been no word from Lu. She thought back to the day before, remembering how sick Lu had been. At that moment, Dana knew what she needed to do. She grabbed her purse and hurried out of her office, speaking to Lana as she passed the reception desk. "Lana, I'll be back in a little while. There's something I need to do." Lana watched as the doctor made a quick exit out of the clinic. "Whatever you say, Dr. Stowe."
After Marc had left for school, Lu had gone back into her bedroom, deciding that maybe she would feel better if she were lying down. As Lu eased herself onto the bed, she suddenly felt as though someone were sitting on her chest and she gasped for air. She quickly reached over and grabbed the phone from the nightstand beside the bed, but dropped it as the pain in her chest increased and her breathing became more difficult.
Dana arrived at the apartment building and hurried upstairs to Lu's second floor apartment. She pounded on the door, and when she received no answer, tried the door knob. She was surprised to find the door unlocked. She opened the door and went inside, calling Lu's name as she did so.
"Lu? It's Dana." While Dana waited for a response, she heard weak gasping sounds coming from the bedroom. Dana hurried into the bedroom, where she found Lu lying on the bed, gasping for air.
"Dear god, Lu." Dana grabbed her stethoscope out of her bag and checked Lu's breathing, which was shallow and weak. Hearing fluid in Lu's lungs, she knew that Lu was in big trouble and needed to get to Rittenhouse and in the ER immediately. Dana grabbed the phone and dialed 9-1-1, quickly explaining the situation.
"Okay, Lu. Help is on the way." Dana said as she hung up the phone. "Just hang in there." Dana said gently, not sure if she was trying to reassure Lu or herself. She felt Lu's forehead, gently brushing the hair out of her face.
"You'll be okay, Lu. We'll get you to RWHC as soon as possible. Damn, where is that ambulance?" Dana said under her breath.
Chapter 3: Where Is Lu?
The next morning Lu woke up with a horrible headache. She couldn't even stand up, as she was tired and very weak. Lu. Sat down on the edge of the bed. She could hear Marc in the next room as he got ready for school. She reached up and felt her forehead. "No wonder I'm so hot." She murmured. She took a deep breath, then got up and made her way to the kitchen. She was sitting at the table a few minutes later when Marc came out of his room. He was surprised to see her sitting at the table wearing her usual tshirt and sweats instead of dressed for work. He glanced at his watch. "Hey Ma. It's after 7. Aren't you going to be late for work?" He asked. Lu looked up at him with a blank stare. "Huh?"
"Work…you know, that place you go every morning. Aren't you going to be late?"
"Oh right. Work." Lu said, confused. Marc looked at her, then reached up to feel his mother's forehead. "Mom, you can't go to work like this. You have a fever. No wonder you're not dressed or anything." Marc said, concerned. "Why don't you go lay down on the couch and I'll call Dr. Stowe because you need to be checked out by a doctor other than yourself."
"Marc, please don't get Dana involved in this. I don't want to bother her while she's working."
"But Mom, you're sick and need help." Marc argued.
"I'll tell you what. You go to school, and I'll call Dana." Marc wasn't sure whether or not he believed that she would call Dana, but he knew it was no use arguing with her. "Yeah, okay. But you will call her, right?" Lu nodded.
"Go to school, Marc."
Dana glanced at ther watch. It was almost noon, and still there had been no word from Lu. She thought back to the day before, remembering how sick Lu had been. At that moment, Dana knew what she needed to do. She grabbed her purse and hurried out of her office, speaking to Lana as she passed the reception desk. "Lana, I'll be back in a little while. There's something I need to do." Lana watched as the doctor made a quick exit out of the clinic. "Whatever you say, Dr. Stowe."
After Marc had left for school, Lu had gone back into her bedroom, deciding that maybe she would feel better if she were lying down. As Lu eased herself onto the bed, she suddenly felt as though someone were sitting on her chest and she gasped for air. She quickly reached over and grabbed the phone from the nightstand beside the bed, but dropped it as the pain in her chest increased and her breathing became more difficult.
Dana arrived at the apartment building and hurried upstairs to Lu's second floor apartment. She pounded on the door, and when she received no answer, tried the door knob. She was surprised to find the door unlocked. She opened the door and went inside, calling Lu's name as she did so.
"Lu? It's Dana." While Dana waited for a response, she heard weak gasping sounds coming from the bedroom. Dana hurried into the bedroom, where she found Lu lying on the bed, gasping for air.
"Dear god, Lu." Dana grabbed her stethoscope out of her bag and checked Lu's breathing, which was shallow and weak. Hearing fluid in Lu's lungs, she knew that Lu was in big trouble and needed to get to Rittenhouse and in the ER immediately. Dana grabbed the phone and dialed 9-1-1, quickly explaining the situation.
"Okay, Lu. Help is on the way." Dana said as she hung up the phone. "Just hang in there." Dana said gently, not sure if she was trying to reassure Lu or herself. She felt Lu's forehead, gently brushing the hair out of her face.
"You'll be okay, Lu. We'll get you to RWHC as soon as possible. Damn, where is that ambulance?" Dana said under her breath.