April 7th, 2007

Sailor sat on the big fluffy chair they just bought last week. Randi said they had to start redecorating. They have had the same furnature since they had moved into the house. Sailor had a slice of cake on her lap. Randi had made one for her and Dave's fifth wedding anniversary last week. She quietly stuck her finger in it and licked the vanilla frosting off. Randi sat on the couch and looked at her.

"You enjoying yourself, Baby?" She asked with a grin. Sailor nodded.

"Yeah, Momma." She said. Randi grinned at her youngest.

"You know, we need to do this more often." Randi said, "You're old enough now to have mommy and daughter days."

"More moo moo." Sailor said as she smacked her lips.

"You can have mommy's." Randi grabbed Sailor's sippy cup and poured the rest of her own milk into it. "There you go. What do you say?" Sailor looked at her mother oddly then thought about it. Randi laughed softly, "Say thank you, Sailor. Say it."

"Tanks!" Sailor squealed nearly knocking her cake off of her lap.

"Careful, Sweetheart. We don't want to have a mess on the carpet." Randi chuckled as she sat on the floor. Sailor started to eat her cake again.

"Mmmm, good." She said. Randi smiled looking at her.

"Do you want to go into the sewing room and make a dress with Mommy?" Randi smiled. Sailor nodded and clapped her hands.

"Yes yes!!" She cried. Randi jumped up and cleaned the cake off of her daughter. She took her hand and walked to the room.

"Mommy is going to show you how to sew a nice pretty dress." Randi said. When they got to the room, Randi stood Sailor up on the desk, "I'm going to make you a dress, all right?"

"Cool." Sailor smiled watching Randi pull out three things of fabric.

"Okay. Do you want the Violets, The Roses, or the daisies?"

"Days!" Sailor smiled. Randi nodded as she put the other two fabrics away.

"Daisies are my favourite flower. I thought about that name for you when I was pregnant with you." Randi said as she cut some fabric, "Okay, usually you chalk the area where you're going to cut and sew and all that jazz, but Mommy is a pro at this."

"You sell it?" Sailor asked. Randi chuckled.

"No. You can keep this one." She said, "It's going to be a little big for you now, but it'll fit you this summer. I'm going to make a sundress." Sailor nodded.

"Betta Land 'n Lyr." She said. Randi smiled.

"Mommy will make them one later on." She said sitting at the sewing table to start the first couple of stitches, "You watching?"

"Yup yup." Sailor said watching her mother carefully.

"Okay." Randi started the sewing machine. "You need to make sure all your fingers are far away from the needle. You don't want to sew your fingers together."

"Owie." Sailor wrinkled her nose.

"Very big owie." Randi said, "Come here and you can finish this."

"Yay!" Sailor jumped down and ran to the sewing table. She climbed up on to Randi's lap. He legs were too short to reach the pedals.

"Okay. Watch your fingers." Randi said. Lyric started to push the fabric. Randi pushed the pedal, pretending Sailor was doing it.

"Look, Momma!" Sailor had a huge grin upon her face as she sewed. Randi chuckled.

"I see. You're doing an amazing job. You're a natural." Randi helped guide the fabric to its end. "All right. Do you wants zippers or buttons?"

"Zip zip zippy do dah." Sailor said grinned. Randi chuckled.

"Okay, Mommy will put a zipper on for you, Sweetheart." She said, "Go finish your cake." Sailor slid off of her lap.

"Kay, Momma." Sailor walked out of the room. Randi smiled to herself as she pulled some yellow zippers from the drawer next to her desk. She knew Sailor's attention span wouldn't have held for much longer for that. It was so great Sailor was getting old enough to do a lot more. Over the past month, she had just flourished into a very smart toddler a lot like Ireland had done.

April 21st, 2007

Elizabeth slid the chart back onto the door slot. She had been helping out a lot lately at the clinic. Dave was so grateful.

"Dave, I'm going to order an x-ray for the girl in five, Okay." Elizabeth said, "She definitely has a break." Dave nodded.

"All right." Dave said, "Elizabeth, do you think you and Ella could come over for dinner tonight? We know we've been too busy to have proper time with our friends lately. The girls would love it."

"That would be lovely." Elizabeth smiled, "Are you cooking?"

"Yes, Ma'am." He chuckled, "I am the best cooker in the house."

"I know that." Elizabeth laughed.

"Do you think the girls are old enough for a road trip?" He asked.

"Depends where." She said.

"New York. I want to show them where I grew up." Dave said.

"That's a fine idea." Elizabeth said, "Sailor might get fussy fast, but the other will last a couple of hours I think." Dave nodded.

"That's what I was thinking." He said as April walked in.

"Dr Malucci, we have a critical patient in here." April said, "I couldn't turn them away. They're pretty bad." Dave stood up.

"Critical in what way?" Dave said.

"Throwing up blood." April said.

"Great." Dave grabbed his stethoscope. April led him to the room where the very pale woman was lying. "Miss…Miss Jenson. I am Dr. Malucci. What seems to be the problem?"

"I'm so sick." She whispered as she started to cough. Dave walked up to her and saw that she had coughed up blood.

"How long as this been going on, Miss Jenson?" He asked.

"The coughing up blood? About two months." She said, "I never was worried until it started coming just when I breathed."

"Let me listen to your lungs." Dave said helping her sit up.

"Okay." She whispered breathing in deeply. She started to chock.

"Your lungs are full." Dave said pulling away. "Have you traveled out of the country any time this year?" She nodded.

"I was on a European tour about three months ago." She said

"Okay. I'm going to get a few tests done." He walked out of the room and looked at Elizabeth. "Don't go in there."

"Why?" Elizabeth frowned slightly.

"That woman in there was coughing up blood and she says she's bleeding now when she breathes. Its been happening for a few months." Dave said.

"Could it be…TB?" Elizabeth asked.

"It's possible, I guess. TB is getting lot more wide spread lately."

"What are you going to do?" Elizabeth asked crossing her arms.

"I'm going to call County and get them into isolation just in case it is TB." Dave said, "April, get a rig over here to pick up Miss Jenson. Tell them what we're hypothesizing."

"Sure thing, Doctor M." April said. Dave sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Let's hope it's not what we think it is." Elizabeth said.

"I pray to god it's not." He said.

* * *

Dave sat at his desk in his office staring at the family picture they had taken last Christmas. He sighed deeply as April walked in.

"There's a Dr. Romano on the phone." She said.

"Oh Great. Hopefully he has some good news for us. I don't like turning patients away." He picked up the telephone, "Dr. Romano, hello. Do you have good news for me?…Right…I understand, Sir….Last year…And about Miss Jenson?…Ah huh…I see…Thank you so much, Dr. Romano." Dave hung up the phone.

"How is she?" April asked.

"She's dying, but she doesn't have TB." Dave said, "She has a genetic disease that breaks down her lungs. We're safe."

"Thank God." April whispered, "Not that it's good that she's dying, but it's good to know we don't have a chance to pick up TB." Dave chuckled softly.

"I know what you meant." He said, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep now? I'll see you tomorrow." April smiled.

"Have a good night, Dr. M." April said as she walked out. Dave sighed softly. He was so happy Miss Jenson didn't have TB. If she did, he would have had to close his clinic to make sure it was safe for his patients to come in. Mainly he was happy he wouldn't have to expose his girls to any of it.