"Eric call 911," Cory yelled as he went into his bathroom to fish out an inhaler.
Eric rises from the chair he was sitting at and runs over to the phone. "I can't find it, it isn't on the hook!" he yelled franticly.
"What do you mean is isn't on the hook...it's always on the hook."
"I mean it isn't there, look," Eric said turning his head to the phone hook on the kitchen counter. Nothing was there.
"Eric, get the car keys. We are going to have to take him there ourselves." Cory got out a piece of paper stating that they were at the hospital and that Topanga should meet them there.
Eric picked up Shawn and held him in his arms as Cory led the way down the stairs towards the garage that held their car. Shawn was placed in the back while Cory drove and Eric was in the passenger seat constantly checking on Shawn.
Cory reached there in a few minutes and quickly called for somebody to help them. Shawn was helped by some paramedics at the door who had been on their afternoon break. Cory ran with them as they rushed Shawn to the second floor where he could be helped. They took Shawn into a restricted area where Cory was not allowed to go. Eric came running in as Cory sat down in the waiting room.
"Where is he? What did they do with him?" Eric yelled to Cory.
Cory, who was out of breath, shrugged and pointed his head to the restricted area.
"Do you know anything...anything at all?" Eric asked him.
"Nothing," Cory said breathing heavily.
Eric sat down next to Cory and a few minutes later was joined by a frantic Topanga.
"I got your note is everything all right?"
"He's in there now...we haven't spoken to anyone yet," Cory answered calming down his wife.
"What happened, why is he here?" she asked in a panic.
"He just...he started to...breath, heavily." Cory was still a little shaken and was not yet able to relive the moment. "Come on, sit, there's nothing we can do now but wait."
Topanga took the seat on the other side of Cory. She sat there holding his hand adjusting he position every so often.
They sat there for an hour and a half barely say two words to each other. Topanga tried to do some of her work but couldn't concentrate. She left to get some coffee from the cafeteria. She entered the cafeteria to find a tray of styrofoam cups. She took one and pushed the button for the coffee. What came out was a dark brown mush that didn't have the slightest resemblance to coffee.
"It's better from the vending machines," a man behind her said. She turned around to find herself staring at a man on crutches. She didn't mean to but immediately looked down at the man's leg. His right leg was crossed over on top of his left. "Trust me, I have this stuff before," he said not minding her looking down.
"Does it ever have any sort of resemblance to coffee?" she asked hopefully.
"None that you would recognize," he said kindly.
Topanga looked up into the man's face. She instantly recognized the eyes and stood back. The man did the same. Jonathan Turner looked into the eyes of another one of his former students.
"Topanga! The doctor just came back, we can see Shawn now." Eric said sticking his head into the cafeteria.
"Coming," she said still turned toward Turner but running towards Eric.
Turner stood there surprised at what had just happened. He had not only seen two of his former students today, but one of them was in the hospital.