Gosalyn's temperature managed to stay where it was overnight. Drake had stayed by her bedside all night and he was a little cranky this morning. Probably because his daughter was suffering from this unknown illness. Janet came in. "Mr. Mallard, we're gonna run some blood tests on Gos. I hpe that's OK with you" she said.

"Why didn't you do that before?" Drake asked.

"It wasn't the right time. Her temperature wasn't cooperating. Now that it is a little, we can finally run the tests" Janet explained.

"What do you mean it wasn't the right time? Gosalyn hasn't moved from this spot since we brought her in. She hasn't even awaken. You could've gotten a blood sample then. Didn't you get one when she got the IV?" Drake asked.

"Yes we did, but it didn't tell us anything. Mr. Mallard we're doing everything we can. Now you can sit here and argue with me, or you can let us do our job" said Janet.

Drake was quiet for a minute. "Just get it over with" he said after a while.

"We can understand why you're so angry, but your anger isn't gonna help your daughter" Janet said before she left to get a needle.

Drake looked at his suffering daughter. Her hair was tousled and she was still sweating from the first minute they brought her in. He sighed and took a gentle hold of her hand. Although she probably couldn't hear him, he talked to her.

"Even if you did hear me arguing with your nurse, I sure wish you hadn't. Daddy's so worried about you right now, he doesn't know what else to do. He doesn't even know if he'll see you again. Gos, I'm begging you. Please, please fight this" he said softly. Gosalyn gave his hand a small squeeze. But her eyes stayed closed. Drake gave her hand a gentle kiss. "You're gonna get through this" he whispered. "You have to".

Janet came back in with the needle. She gently stroked the child's hair. "All right Gosalyn, try to relax here, OK? We're gonna take a few blood samples from you to see if we can find what's wrong" she said softly. Janet carefully took Gosalyn's arm and looked for a vein. When he found one she stuck the needle through it. Gosalyn didn't even twitch. Another doctor was behind Janet, to take the sample to the lab. Janet gently placed a band-aid over the hole that was now in the child's arm.

Gosalyn's head stirred a little. "Gosalyn?" Drake said softly. For the first time since they got there, Gosalyn's eyes fluttered open. She studied her father's calm face. "Oh thank goodness you're all right" Drake said.

Gosalyn couldn't talk because of the tubes in her throat. She wanted to sit up, but she was too weak. "Mr. Mallard, what do you say we get rid of those tubes she has? Just so she can try talking again after about two days?" Janet asked.

Drake smiled. "I think she'd like that" he said. Janet carefully removed the tubes from Gosalyn's throat. Then left the room. Drake looked at his daughter again. She was lying there, looking at him.

"How're you feeling?" he said. Gosalyn managed to get out a few words.

"I feel like I've been hit by a bus" she moaned. "What happened to me?"