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Chapter Nine: Hospital Blues

"Oh, no…" Duncan whispered. He hit the call button on the wall. Almost instantly, the doctor was there.

"Whoa," the doctor said, "there are two of you! Anyways, what's the problem?" He didn't need an answer. He saw for himself. "Oh… that's not good."

"You think?" Duncan said under his breath. Quigley nudged him with his elbow.

Klaus was silent. He knew that something was definitely not right.

"What's wrong?" Quigley asked.

"I'm not sure, but I have a hunch. I'll have to give some tests first. I should probably start with a biopsy, and within an hour or two," the doctor said.

Klaus sighed. "Get the girls back to the mansion. I don't want them to see me like this. Don't tell them anything about this."

"Why do we have to leave?" Isadora asked.

"You need your rest. You were up all night pacing around, and I imagine you're exhausted." Duncan told her.

Isadora frowned. "Just let me say goodbye to Klaus-"

"He's at a checkup at the moment. I'll tell him you said goodbye. I'll call you if anything happens."

The female members of the Baudelaire and Quagmire families left reluctantly.

Klaus opened his eyes. He had been given anesthetic during the biopsy. The doctors had taken a sample of the tissue in both lungs. He looked around the room. Several other patients were waking up from operations. He groaned. A nurse came over and wheeled him back up to his regular room on the second floor.

"How long will it be until they know what's wrong with me?" he asked.

"It depends. I don't think it will be long- those doctors know what they're doing. In your case, I don't think it'll take long for them to find out whether it's a bad cold or something worse," the nurse answered.

"Oh," Klaus answered. He got back into bed. The doctor still insisted that he breathe through that uncomfortable respirator in his nose.

It was getting late- about 5:00 at night. The nurse brought his dinner tray. Just his luck- it was pasta puttenessca. He took small bites of it, but found that he wasn't very hungry. He started coughing up blood again, and quickly wiped it away.

Finally, after what seemed like days, the doctor came in. He had an unreadable look on his face, so Klaus didn't know if it was good news or bad.

"Alright. What's wrong with me now?" he asked.

"Do you want me to be straight out?" the doctor inquired.

"Okay."

"You have tuberculosis, Mr. Baudelaire."

Author's notes: I'm so evil. Another cliffhanger! Please review, people! You guys are my inspiration. To be honest, I would have quit writing a LONG time ago if it wasn't for the positive comments and feedback you people give me. I personally think I'm a terrible writer. But you guys seem to think otherwise. So, thank you!