Chase and Foreman did the lumbar puncture on the young girl while Cameron spoke with the parents.
"I don't know what is wrong with her. We thought she was going deaf because she wouldn't respond to some things that we said, and started getting items mixed up. Her hearing is fine, and her other doctor said it was just the age and that there was nothing to worry about." The mother worridley said.
"When did the seizures start?" Cameron asked, glancing back at the other two working on the girl.
"Around when she was three years old. What do you think it is? Will the test you're doing help her?"
"Its just a diagnostic test, not a cure. We are working as hard as we can to help her and we will figure out what is wrong."
The mother smiled with the glimmer of hope and Cameron felt guilty all of a sudden. They had no idea where to start now that they had ruled out cancer and brain tumors, and this lady thought they were hours from a cure.
There was a rustle of sudden activity behind them and both Cameron and the mother turned to look. The girl was seizing again and the other two doctors fought to keep her airways open. Finally it stopped and everything returned to normal. Katie's mother was white as a ghost. "You just never get used to that." She said, going in the room and gently taking her daughter's hand.
"Hi baby, you'll be better soon."
Katie squinted at her mother, then smiled softly. She pointed to the TV. "Couch!" she said.
All three doctors looked to the TV that was off. "You want to watch a couch on TV?" Foreman asked, confused.
The girl nodded excitedly. Chase cocked his head and raised a glass in front of her eyes. "Can you first tell me what this is?"
"Truck!" The girl exclaimed, proudly.
"What's happening? She sometimes has trouble finding the right words for things, but has never blatenly called them the wrong thing." Her mother said.
"Butter. I read butter." The girl finished, hugging her mother.
The doctors looked bewildered at each other.