Like Mother, like son.

Like Father, like daughter

Chapter 7

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As Irma followed, Michael picked up Susan's small form and began to carry her to Medlab. He remembered Stephen's clinic Down Below, in an area just a few blocks away. Irma grasped his arm and he rushed through the crowds.

Stephen was in his clinic looking over a small child with a cold. As he gave the worried mother a cough syrup Michael burst in with Susan in his arms. She had a large stomach wound to which they had pressed cloth. She was still conscious he noticed as he rushed over and helped Mike get her on the table. Quickly inspecting her he realized he would have to do surgery immediately. He sedated her and completed the surgery which would save her life if it was not too late.

Two hours later, Stephen came out with a smile on his lips. She had made it. She was very weak and had nearly died several times on the table. Michael grinned and hugged an elderly woman at his right. Stephen then noticed her for the first time. At his questioning look, she stated, " Irma Sinclair. Pleased to meet you."

" Stephen Franklin, likewise. We will have to move her to Medlab one."

Irma quietly said, "I will care for her. I have cared for many sick children over the years. I can attend to her basic needs."

Mike and Stephen looked at one another. It was perfect. Susan would need someone to care for her for the next few days. They would be too busy. It would also keep Irma were they could keep an eye on her.

And so they agreed. Irma smiled. She went to Susan's quarters and came back with clothes, books music etc. Then taking a place at her side she checked the medicine and blood IV's before sitting down and reading aloud through the long night.