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Author's Note: Really short. I know. Sorry. It was hard to get this chapter out. I've been having trouble with it lately. I'm not sure where to go now. Anyway, enjoy this one.

Doctor Moralis stood outside the doors to the ER on her break, watching her breath in the cold air. She was shaken up by what was happening to Sam. She couldn't understand why this was this affecting her so much. She had certainly seen this sickness before. It wasn't Sam's age. She'd seen it in a lot younger kids. Maybe it was because she actually knew Sam. Yeah, maybe that was it.

Black shoes came into her view of the ground and she looked up into the face of Doc Parker.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey yourself," she said back.

"You alright? It's freezing out here and you look like you could care less."

"Yeah, well, I've just got a lot on my mind."

"Wanna tell me what's goin' on?"

"It's Sam Boscorelli," Moralis sighed.

"Oh yeah. I heard about what happened from Bobby. Is she alright? From his description she looked pretty bad."

"She's got bacterial meningitis, Doc."

"Damn." He knew what that meant.

"Yeah. It's really bad, Doc. She's already had two seizures: one when she first arrived and then one while we were taking her up to the PICU. Poor Bosco's taking this really hard." For once, Doc didn't have anything bad to say about Bosco. As much as Doc didn't like him, he loved Bosco's daughter.

"Is there anything I can do?" Doc asked, already knowing the answer.

"Not unless you can cure her with a wave of your magic wand," Moralis said bitterly. Doc didn't take it personally. "I'm gonna go up and check on her." Even though she wasn't technically in charge of Sam anymore, since she had moved out of the ER, Moralis still felt an obligation to see her through this.

"Can I come too?" Doc asked.

"Only if you're nice to Bosco." Doc held his hands up in submission. "Alright, come on."

"Can we come in?" Moralis asked, opening the door.

"Sure," replied Bosco from his place beside Sam's bed. Faith was next to him and Rose was opposite from them. Bosco's eyes hardened a little when he saw Doc walk in behind Moralis.

"Relax, Bosco," Doc said, before he could say anything. "I'm just here to see Sam. I promise." Bosco relaxed. Doc could see that he was already exhausted. He could see that Bosco's eyes were dull and there were lines around them. For once, he felt truly sorry for the man.

If he thought Bosco looked bad, Sam looked four times as much. There were more tubes and wires sticking out of her than he could count. She was whiter than the sheets she was laying on. A mask to help her breathe obscured her small face. What disturbed Doc the most, however, was the bright red rash he could see creeping up her neck.

"I'm sorry man," was all he could say. He stayed for a few more minutes before he had to excuse himself to get back to work. He walked out of the room, visibly shaken.

"Bosco, how long has it been since she last woke up?" Doctor Moralis asked concernedly.

"Not since really early this morning," he said softly. Moralis walked over to Sam and shone her penlight in Sam's eyes. She frowned.

"Bosco, I'm going to go talk to her doctor. I think they're going to need to run some more tests on her. Why don't you go take a break for a while?" She knew he hadn't slept or even moved since she had told him what Sam had.

"What's wrong now?"

"I'm not sure Bosco." Moralis felt horrible. That was the first time she had lied to him. "Go get some coffee. Step outside and get some fresh air." Bosco nodded. He had no fight left in him. He gave his usual peck to Sam's cheek and Faith and Rose did the same and followed him out. Moralis watched him go, and felt her heart sink. Things weren't looking up for Bosco or his daughter. With all the medicine she could provide, the care she could give, she couldn't fully heal Sam. It was up to Sam and the people around her to pull her through now.