Ferb groaned as he regained consciousness.
"Good, you're awake," Shane remarked.
"What happened?" Ferb croaked.
"Someone thought it would be a good idea to give you an anti-anxiety injection," Shane replied.
Ferb blinked.
"You went Code Blue on us," Shane commented.
Ferb gave him a blank look.
"Cardiac or Respiratory Arrest," Shane explained.
Ferb went wide eyed.
"Do you want me to go and check on Starshine for you?" Shane asked.
Ferb gave a slow nod.
Ferb leaned back in the bed, and closed his eyes tight. Shane went to visit with Gretchen. Shane entered the room and saw Jen struggling with Gretchen.
"Gretchen, calm down," Jen said as she tried to restrain the struggling woman.
Gretchen struggled, "No. I need to see Ferb."
Shane came over, and placed his hands on Gretchen's face, "Ferb is okay."
"What happened?" Gretchen asked.
"Well..." Shane hesitated.
"Tell me Shane," Gretchen begged.
Shane mumbled something.
"What was that?" Gretchen snapped.
"Promise me you will keep calm. You have to know that he's okay," Shane remarked.
"Okay, I promise," Gretchen said.
"Ferb went Code Blue," Shane stated.
"Why?!" Gretchen exclaimed.
"Someone thought they should give him an anti-anxiety injection when he woke up," Shane replied.
Gretchen sobbed, "That could kill him!"
"Thankfully Dr. Manson arrived moments after it happened. We got him stabilized," Shane said.
Gretchen sniffed, "Where is he now?"
"Cardiac Unit."
"I have to see him."
"You're under observation," Shane pointed out.
"But-" she tried protesting.
"No buts. Gretchen, we need to find out why you're passing out," Jen intervened.
Gretchen sobbed, "But, Ferb..."
"Is resting. I told him I'd check in on you. Do you have any messages for him?" Shane asked.
Gretchen sobbed, "I need to see him," she said followed by another sob.
Shane started to lose his cool, "Do you realize what can happen to you if we don't find out the cause of the blackouts?"
Gretchen's gaze dropped.
"Shane I don't think," Jen tried to say.
"What if she got cleared for work and it happened when she's handling someone's IV or a syringe? What if she was on the ER or prepping-" Shane continued on his tangent.
"Shane that's quite enough," Jen said firmly.
"It's probably because I'm not eating much, or sleeping properly," Gretchen commented.
"Gretchen, there must be something else triggering them. You said these happened a few years ago when Ferb got hurt," Jen pointed out, her voice quiet and soothing.
Gretchen nodded.
"We're going to do a full medical work-up on you," Jen said then added noticing Gretchen's extreme unease, "This won't harm the baby."
"Okay," Gretchen responded hesitantly.
Shane looked at Jen.
"I'll be right back," Jen said as she left the room.
"Is there anything you want me to tell your darling husband, Starshine?" Shane asked.
"I want him to tell me he's okay. I want to see him," Gretchen said.
"I'll see what can be arranged darling," Shane replied.
Gretchen nodded and Shane got up to leave, only for Gretchen to grasp his wrist.
"Don't go," she said.
"But didn't you want me to-" Shane started.
"Please don't go...Not right now," Gretchen practically pleaded.
"What's the matter Starshine?" Shane asked.
"You have to get me out of here," Gretchen said, her eyes pleading with him.
"You know I can't do that," Shane gently told her.
"I don't know what the test results are going to show," Gretchen mumbled.
"We just need to wait a little while to find out," Shane said as he hugged her.
"I've always been the one to take care of the patients. Not to be one," Gretchen protested.
Shane chuckled lightly in response.
"What?" Gretchen demanded.
"Well when that little one wants out," Shane pointed at her abdomen, "it'll want out and unless you plan on home-"
Gretchen reddened slightly and cut him off with a, "Shane."
"I'm just saying when the little one comes, you would be a patient then," Shane replied easily.
"That's different," Gretchen remarked.
"How is that different?"
"Because I'll be..." Gretchen trialed off.
Shane looked at her and smiled.
"But I'd only be here for a day or two," Gretchen pointed out.
"Once we find out the issue, I'm sure we will be able to release you," Shane assured her.
"What about Ferb?" Gretchen inquired.
"Duncan's keeping an eye on him," Shane said.
"It was only a couple of years ago when he was in there for-" Gretchen started.
"I know," Shane cut in easily.
"Is he okay?" Gretchen asked.
"Last I saw, he was doing fine. He was only supposed to stay the one day. He was worried about you," Shane answered.
"Then he went into cardiac arrest?"
"He did stop breathing for a few minutes, but he was resuscitated. He was moved to the cardiac unit for observation."
"So he'll be here for a week," Gretchen remarked sadly.
"I think he's got a better chance of getting out sooner than yourself," Shane said bluntly.
"What do you mean?" Gretchen inquired.
"Well-" Shane was saved from answering when Jen came back into the room.
"I got everything arranged...and there's an apologetic young woman who wishes to see...the young man with her seems at an unease," Jen rattled off.
"Am I even allowed visitors?" Gretchen asked, somewhat sulking.
"What am I? Chopped liver?" Shane inquired with a fake pout.
Gretchen gave him a playful smile, "You're family."
"Do you want me to stay?" Shane asked as he glanced over at Jen.
"Who even knows I'm here?" Gretchen asked.
"She didn't give her name," Jen replied.
"Description would be helpful," Gretchen sighed.
"Long black hair, blue eyes, about five-six," Jen replied.
"It's Isabella. And the guy with her is her boyfriend, Dominic," Gretchen said automatically placing the description.
"Do you want to see them?" Jen asked.
"Yeah. I could use a friend right about now," Gretchen said.
"Again, am I just chopped liver?" Shane asked.
Gretchen laughed lightly, "Of course not."
Shane smiled, "Got you to laugh, that's a good thing."
"I'll let them know," Jen said then went to go get Isabella and Dominic.
"You can always get me to laugh Shane," Gretchen told him.
Shane simply smirked.
Isabella pushed past Jen, and flung herself at Gretchen, "I am so sorry honey. I am so, so sorry."
Gretchen patted her friend on the back, "It's okay Iz, I'm fine."
Shane gave a slight cough, "I'll just leave you two to catch up."
Gretchen mouthed, 'Thank you.'
Shane gave a slight nod, "I'll go check on that darling husband of yours."
Dominic sat awkwardly in one of the chairs.
"Are you sure?" Isabella asked.
"They are just running a few tests," Gretchen replied with a shrug.
"I'm sorry," Isabella said again.
Gretchen became serious, "Isabella, you say that again, I'm going to slap you."
Dominic looked around room.
"It's all my fault, I needed to talk with you and..." Isabella started.
"I suggested that we go out," Gretchen cut her off.
"I know but..." Isabella tried again.
"I should have listened to Ferb. I didn't listen and look where it got me," Gretchen cut her off a second time while gesturing to the room.
"I knew you weren't feeling too well," Isabella admitted.
Gretchen raised an eyebrow, "How'd you-"
It was Isabella's turn to cut Gretchen off, "Adyson."
"So have you decided?" Gretchen asked.
"About?" Isabella asked.
"What we were talking about yesterday," Gretchen said.
"I'm still trying to decide, but I think I know," Isabella replied.
Gretchen glanced over to Dominic.
"I would have thought Ferb would be visiting with you," Dominic remarked.
Gretchen stuttered and stammered, "Uh, um... ah, well..."
"Did something happen?" Isabella asked.
"Well..." Gretchen hesitated.
"Gretchen.." Isabella intoned her friend's name, giving clear indication that she wanted the truth.
"I haven't seen him since last night...He went code blue," Gretchen admitted.
"What's code blue?" Dominic asked.
"It means that either he had a heart attack or he stopped breathing," Gretchen said.
"That sounds dangerous. I didn't think that could happen in a hospital," Dominic said, frowning slightly.
"I was assured that he's fine. He was resuscitated," Gretchen replied.
"Who was that guy that was just in here?" Isabella asked.
"Shane," Gretchen said simply.
"Oh so that's who Adyson was talking about when we had our get together," Isabella remarked.
Gretchen nodded.
"He seems... perky," Dominic noted.
"He's a good guy. He's also one of my co-workers," Gretchen stated.
"Oh, I see." Dominic replied.
"He caught Adyson's eye for a moment," Isabella added.
"Just a moment?" Dominic asked, surprised.
Shane came in with Ferb.
"The wheelchair's not necessary Shane," Ferb protested.
"Standard procedure," Shane said simply.
Gretchen got out of the bed and hugged Ferb.
Ferb said quietly into her ear, "Are you okay?"
"I should be asking you the same thing," Gretchen mumbled back.
Ferb held her tight for a moment, "I'm fine."
Isabella rushed over and tackled Ferb, "I am so sorry, I never should have-" Isabella's apology was cut short by a loud smack.
"I told you I'd smack you if you said that again," Gretchen remarked, her right hand spread out, matching the red mark on Isabella's cheek.
Isabella held her cheek, "Ow."
"You were warned," Gretchen said evenly.
Ferb had to stifle a laugh.
"I thought you were left handed," Dominic remarked.
"I am. The Fireside Girls have trained themselves to be ambidextrous," Gretchen stared.
Isabella rubbed her cheek, looked at Ferb, "Gretchen said you went 'Code Blue'."
Ferb nodded.
"Isn't that dangerous?" Isabella asked.
Ferb shrugged.
"Not here. Danville Hospital has never lost a patient to 'Code Blue'," Shane stated.
"And we intend to keep it that way," Gretchen said determinedly.
Shane gave an agreeing nod.
"Gretchen, you should get back in the bed," Ferb said.
"I'm fine," Gretchen protested.
Ferb gave her a stern look, one that she knew she couldn't argue with.
Gretchen sighed, then looked to ground, before moving back towards the bed.
"How did you do that?" Shane inquired.
Ferb looked at Shane with an eyebrow raised.
"Silent communication, got it," Shane said with a nod, before helping Gretchen with the covers, then excusing himself.
"So, Dominic how have you been?" Ferb asked after Shane had left the room.
"Great.. I've asked Isabella to move in with me," Dominic answered, then glanced over to Isabella, who was sitting on the edge of Gretchen's bed chatting quietly with her.
"Did she give you an answer yet?" Ferb inquired.
"Not yet. She said she's made up her mind though," Dominic admitted.
"Are you planning on asking her anything else?" Ferb asked.
"Maybe in a few months," Dominic admitted.
Ferb gave an understanding nod.
Dominic lowered his voice, "Did you and Gretchen live together before you got married?"
Ferb raised an eyebrow, before answering a tentative, "Yes."
"Who asked whom to move in?" Dominic asked.
"The first time, her parents," Ferb said, deadpanned.
Dominic's jaw dropped.
Ferb stifled a laugh at the other man's shocked expression.
"What?" Dominic inquired.
"There were other things, and they had a few rules," Ferb said.
"You said the first time her parents asked, what do you mean by that?" Dominic asked.
Ferb looked to the ground, "There were other factors that I'd rather not discuss."
"O-kay," Dominic said, sure that he didn't want to know.
"After we got back from school, I asked Gretchen to move in with me," Ferb said.
"Right, Isabella said that you guys went to study elsewhere," Dominic said with a slight nod.
"England," Ferb supplied.
"Sounds like fun," Dominic said.
"It was interesting to say the least," Ferb said evenly.
"You're from there aren't you?" Dominic inquired.
Ferb nodded.
"Do you still have family there?" Dominic asked.
Ferb nodded.
"Any siblings?"
Ferb shook his head, "Just cousins, my grandparents and my biological mother."
"Pity that you don't have any siblings," Dominic remarked.
"Well I have Phineas and Candace, and although they not be blood related they are still my siblings," Ferb said.
"I've met Phineas. He's nothing like you at all," Dominic said.
"I don't think any of us could have dealt with them if they were both that energetic," Gretchen flat out stated.
Ferb rolled his eyes.
Gretchen smirked at him, "Although Ferb doesn't talk as much as Phineas."
"I've noticed," Dominic said.
"I prefer to do things rather than let words get in the way," Ferb said, exchanging a knowing glance with Gretchen.
"I never used to believe Phineas when he said that you could talk. You would only communicate through him," Isabella admitted.
Ferb shrugged, "He spoke for the both of us."
"When we were young, I didn't mind that you didn't talk. Then when we became teenagers I was worried about you, then you moved away," Isabella said, admitting something for the second time in a span of a few short minutes.
Ferb shrugged for a second time, "I needed to concentrate on a few things."
"You managed to say enough to Gretchen," Isabella commented.
Ferb shrugged again.
Gretchen smirked, "He talks more than enough now."
Ferb raised an eyebrow.
Gretchen gave her husband and longtime lover an innocent look, "What, you do, at least to me."
Ferb narrowed his eyes. "Challenge accepted."
Isabella looked between the pair, "What did I miss?"
"Ferb's going to try to not say anything for a while," Gretchen stated.
Ferb nodded.
"I get the feeling that this happens quite a bit," Dominic remarked.
"Until one of us loses our composure," Gretchen said.
Ferb raised an eyebrow, giving indication that he wasn't going to lose his composure anytime soon.
"So it's a game you two play?" Isabella asked.
"Pretty much," Gretchen shrugged, "I think the longest he went was thirty-six hours."
Ferb nodded.
"How'd you get him to talk?" Isabella inquired.
Gretchen blushed, "Something I'd really rather not say here."
Ferb raised an eyebrow and sat in a chair, crossing his legs.
"How long do you think he'll last this time?" Isabella asked.
Gretchen emitted a sigh, "Either a couple of hours or a few days."
"Why do you say that?" Isabella inquired.
"It depends on a few things," Gretchen said.
"Like?" Dominic asked.
"How much of a stubborn streak he's on," Gretchen sighed.
"Anything else?" Isabella asked.
Ferb raised an eyebrow.
"It just depends," Gretchen answered with a half glance at her husband.
"You said that they were going to run a few tests.." Isabella said, doubling back on what Gretchen had said when they first arrived.
"Nice subject change, Izzy," Dominic remarked, a note of sarcasm in his voice.
"Nothing major, they just want to find the cause of the blackouts," Gretchen said with a shrug.
"You don't know why that happens?" Isabella asked.
"The only thing I can think of is that they're stress related," Gretchen said.
"Is that new? You never used to pass out," Isabella remarked.
"Actually it happened a few times before," Gretchen admitted quietly.
"What?!" Isabella yelped.
"It's happened a few times before," Gretchen repeated, a little louder.
"When?" Isabella demanded.
"Well..." Gretchen hesitated as she glanced over at Ferb.
Ferb raised an eyebrow.
"Can we talk about this later? I think I need to lie down," Gretchen directed at Isabella.
"Of course," Isabella replied.
Ferb looked curiously at Gretchen and moved toward her.
"I'll be fine," Gretchen tried to assure her husband.
Ferb kissed her forehead.
"You need to," Gretchen started, then blinked as she suddenly lost her train of thought, "to-"
Ferb gave her a worried look.
Isabella herself became worried, "Gretchen?"
Gretchen raised a finger, "I'm- I'm fine."
Ferb sat on the bed, held her, and rested his head atop hers.
"Thank you Ferb," Gretchen murmured.
Ferb kissed the top of her head.
"Gretchen you lost your train of thought," Isabella remarked.
Gretchen gave a slight nod.
"Are you okay?" Isabella asked.
"I think so," Gretchen replied.
"Are-"
"Isabella, I think you are overdoing it with questions," Dominic quickly cut her off.
Isabella looked at Gretchen then at Dominic, then sighed, "You're right Dom."
Jen came back into room, "Okay Gretchen, let's take that sample."
Ferb sat back.
Gretchen held him tight.
Jen looked at Gretchen and asked, "Do you want Ferb to hold your hand?"
Gretchen nodded.
"All right," Jen said then glanced around the room, "I hope none of you get squeamish around needles."
"What are you planning on," Isabella started to ask.
Gretchen took Ferb's hand, "Blood sample."
"For testing?" Isabella asked.
"Well blood is the quickest way to figure out what's wrong with a patient," Gretchen explained.
Jen started to take the sample from Gretchen's arm, "I don't need to remind you this won't hurt."
Ferb closed his eyes tight, and put Gretchen's hand in a vice-like grip.
"Ouch! Ferb, you're going to break my hand," Gretchen half yelped.
Ferb loosened his grip.
"Don't like needles?" Gretchen asked.
Ferb gave her a non-committal shrug.
"Or is it just because it's me?" Gretchen asked.
Ferb shook his head.
"Are you going to be okay?" Jen asked him.
Ferb took a deep breath and nodded.
Jen turned to Gretchen, "We'll have these results in an hour, but you knew that."
Gretchen gave a light laugh, "Of course."
"I'll be back in about an half hour. Dr. Manson will tell you the results," Jen informed her patient.
"Right," Gretchen said with a nod.
Jen left the room with the blood sample.
Gretchen looked up at her husband, "Is it the needle?"
Ferb shook his head.
"You're afraid of blood?" Gretchen asked.
Ferb winced and nodded.
"I never knew that," Isabella said.
"It obviously never came up before," Dominic said.
"Oh honey..I'm sorry," Gretchen apologized.
Ferb shook his head.
"It's all right," Gretchen said soothingly.
Ferb gave a shaky nod of his head.
"That's interesting that Ferb could deal with anything but-"Isabella started but was cut off.
"Babe, there are several people who are afraid of blood. There are people who faint at the sight of blood," Dominic pointed out to his girlfriend.
"Iz, could you give us a moment?" Gretchen asked of the Mexican-Jewish woman.
"Sure," Isabella responded.
Isabella and Dominic stepped out of the room.
"Ferb, are you sure you'll be all right?" Gretchen asked.
Ferb took a breath and nodded.
Isabella turned to Dominic as soon as the door shut behind them, "You don't understand, Ferb and his brother used to..."
Dominic cut her off, "Did anyone ever actually get injured?"
"Well, no," Isabella admitted.
"Then his reaction is understandable. And plus they're married," Dominic pointed out.
Isabella went quiet.
"Given her reaction, she didn't know either," Dominic remarked.
"Gretchen said they have no secrets between them," Isabella pointed out.
"Seems he was embarrassed about it," Dominic noted.
Isabella asked him pensively, "Are you afraid of blood?"
"No," Dominic replied.
While Isabella and Dominic were talking, Ferb and Gretchen were have their own version of a 'chat'.
"Honey? You could have told me," Gretchen said gently.
Ferb shook his head slightly.
"You didn't want to worry me?" Gretchen asked.
Ferb nodded.
Gretchen pulled Ferb into a hug.
Ferb gladly returned the embrace
Jen came back into room as the two snuggled.
"Aww, aren't you just so sweet together. Ferb, you should be heading back to your room now," Jen remarked upon seeing the young couple.
Ferb nodded understandingly.
Gretchen pouted slightly.
Ferb kissed her lightly behind the ears.
Gretchen flushed red.
"Shane will take you back to your room now," Jen informed Ferb.
Ferb nodded.
"What do you think it is?" Gretchen asked after Shane took Ferb back to his room.
The door opened and Isabella and Dominic came back into the room.
Jen said to Gretchen, "You know just as well as I do that I can't give you any results."
Gretchen rolled her eyes, "What do you think is causing this to happen?"
Jen sighed, "What do you think is causing this to happen?"
"Is that all you do around here? Repeat the same question back to someone?" Isabella demanded.
"Let them do their job," Dominic muttered to Isabella.
Gretchen shot Isabella a look, then spoke to Jen, "You're gonna make me wait for Eric...Dr. Manson to tell me aren't you?"
"Yes," was Jen's reply.
"Do you know?" Gretchen asked.
"Not going to say on that one," Jen replied.
Gretchen went silent.
Jen could see the gears turning in Gretchen's head, "I go off shift after I check on the patient in the next room, so whatever you are planning, isn't going to happen."
Gretchen raised an eyebrow.
"Dr. Manson should be with you in just a few minutes," Jen said.
Gretchen grumbled out an, "Okay."
"Take care of yourself. We miss you around here," Jen said.
Gretchen sighed, "So I keep getting told."
Jen laughed lightly then left the room.
"It's nice that people miss you Gretch," Isabella commented.
Gretchen shrugged.
Dominic checked his watch, "Isabella, we should be heading out. I've got to get back to work."
Isabella looked between Dominic and Gretchen, "Oh, right," she added to Gretchen, "I'll call you later okay?"
Gretchen gave her a 'really' look, "I'll call you when I get home. I hope that'll be tomorrow."
Isabella hugged her friend, "Take care of yourself."
"You better tell him today," Gretchen said bluntly.
"I will," Isabella promised.
"Good," Gretchen replied.
Dominic and Isabella left as Dr. Manson entered.
"Your test results came back," Dr. Manson said.
"And?" Gretchen prompted.
Dr. Manson sat on a chair, then got up and stood at the foot of the bed, "Gretchen, how would you say your diet is?"
Confusion became written all over his patient's face, "I'd say I've got a decent diet."
Dr. Manson flipped through a few pages, "Do you take any supplements?"
"Well, I started taking vitamins the other week," Gretchen answered.
Dr. Manson nodded, "Good."
"What is it!" Gretchen said, exasperated.
"You have a lack of Iron in your-" Dr. Manson began.
"Hold it. Are you saying that I might have anemia?" Gretchen interrupted.
Dr. Manson shook his head, "It's not a might, you do have it."
Gretchen went quiet and her gaze dropped.
"Gretchen?" Dr. Manson inquired quietly, he could see the gears working in her mind as she processed the information.
"How could this happen? I've had blood tests before that never indicated this problem," Gretchen finally spoke.
"You did a panel a few weeks ago, as part of your pre-natal workup and that was fine. Do you remember what you had for dinner the night before?" Dr. Manson asked.
Gretchen thought for a moment, "It was probably a roast beef dinner with a spinach salad."
Dr. Manson raised an eyebrow at her.
"Do you think I subconsciously altered my own test results?" Gretchen asked.
"They were low but normal then," Dr. Manson said, looking over the charts again.
"There had to have been a past result that showed this," Gretchen remarked.
"I could request your medical files from when you were a kid and a teenager," Dr. Manson suggested.
Gretchen gave a slight nod, "Something could have been missed."
"Did you have any of these blackouts prior to when your husband had to get the hardware in his leg?" Dr. Manson inquired.
"Well..." Gretchen hesitated.
"Gretchen, you need to be honest with me here," Dr. Manson prompted.
"There were times I'd feel light-headed but I don't recall ever passing out," Gretchen admitted.
"Did you ever tell your doctor or your parents?" the doctor asked.
"No. I just chalked it up to exhaustion," Gretchen replied.
"Mmm…" Dr. Manson hummed as he made a few notes.
"What?" Gretchen asked.
"I want you to take care of yourself."
"I am taking care of myself."
"I've seen you work Gretchen. I know that sometimes you have forgotten to eat."
"But" Gretchen tried protesting only to be cut off.
"I want you to take care of your self...and we need to take care of this blacking out business. You don't want your child to get hurt if you have one later on," Dr. Manson said.
"Of course," Gretchen replied, resigned to the fact.
"Have you been eating recently?" Dr. Manson asked.
"No. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't. I'm nauseous all the time, but I'm not sick," Gretchen replied sadly.
"That's a start. I want you to try to eat little bits every hour," Dr. Manson suggested.
"Okay," Gretchen sighed.
"I'm going to recommend in addition to the vitamins, you take an iron supplement to keep your levels steady."
Gretchen gave a slight nod.
"Your triggers seem to differ from most people I have seen with anemia," Dr. Manson noted.
"How so?" Gretchen asked.
"From what you say, and my own observations, you've got stress and anxiety triggers," Dr. Manson said.
Gretchen became defiant, "I do not."
"Yes, you do. I need to check on Ferb now. I just want you to rest," Dr. Manson shot back.
Gretchen laid back, grumbling under her breath slightly.
"Rest," Dr. Manson said.
"Fine," was Gretchen's snappish reply.
Dr. Manson left Gretchen's room and went to visit Ferb. Ferb glanced at the door as it opened to reveal the Doctor.
"Good afternoon," Dr. Manson greeted.
Ferb gave a nod in reply.
"I just came back from visiting Gretchen," Dr. Manson stated.
Ferb raised an eyebrow.
"She's doing fine, as is the baby," Dr. Manson assured the green haired Brit.
Ferb nodded.
"We now know what's been causing the blackouts," Dr. Manson stated.
Ferb's eyebrow raised higher.
"She has anemia. You do know what that means, right?"
Ferb shook his head.
"She's got a lack of iron in her system. Without iron, she's not getting the oxygen to her brain and she's passing out," Dr. Manson stated simply.
Ferb's eyes grew wide.
"It's not normally dangerous, however with Gretchen being pregnant, she needs to make sure to get enough iron in her diet," Dr. Manson said.
Ferb gave another nod.
"I've recommended that she take an iron supplement in addition to the vitamins she's taking now," Dr. Manson informed him.
Ferb gave a third nod.
"I'm sorry that you went code blue," Dr. Manson apologized.
Ferb gave a non-committal shrug.
"You should know that we haven't lost a patient to a code blue," Dr. Manson assured the young man.
RW26Z A/EN: Gretchen has Anemia, yup. Check back in Chapter 11 of Life Turned Upsidedown by my wonderful Co-Author. That was Anemia related, but Gretchen had chalked it up to exhaustion. Sit tight our faithful readers, the next chapter will be out just as soon as we can. Which will more than likely be in April sometime.