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A/N: I just want to point out that this fic is improperly titled. I decided to use the more deadly form of this infection, which happens to be the bacterial form opposed to the less potent viral form. Sorry for any confusion, I just don't feel like changing the title…even if I could think of one.
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Tuesday 7:48
They confirmed Don's suspicions with a hasty spinal tap after being quickly admitted into the Emergency Room. If they waited for the test results to come back it would've been too late, so they administered antibiotics before they were certain it was the best treatment. Don and the doctor's intuition had been right though… but even then…did any of it make a difference?
Don took upon himself the duty of informing Amita of Charlie's precarious situation. He didn't expect it to go well, who wants to be the bearer of bad news? There was silence on the other end, before Larry's voice finally appeared on through the receiver. Apparently Amita had handed the phone off unable to question her mentors older brother.
They had arrived not even twenty minutes later, Larry paler than usual and Amita with red rimmed chocolate eyes.
Alan stood to greet them along with Don, but where there might once have been smiles there was nothing now. Demands of news, and tentatively asked questions… It was then that as his father relayed all that he could on his son's unsound condition that Don remembered something the doctor had mentioned before, when he was first admitted.
"Amita." He said her name quietly, but all three looked up at him in response. He swallowed he didn't know how to phrase what he was about to ask. "Well…the doctor said something about the spread of this form of meningitis and…I just want to be sure that you or anyone else don't catch it…so…"
They were all still looking at him wondering where he was going with his ramblings.
"Are you two…intimate?"
The response he received wasn't the one he expected.
Both Alan and Larry's heads whipped around to look at her. She sat unmoving for a second before her hand came flying to her mouth as she tried to suppress an uncontrollable giggle. She sat there with a covering her confused smile for a second before she bent double into a hysterical fit of rampant coughing laughs.
"Are we intimate?" she repeated straightening once more.
"No…" She shook her head slightly, as Don watched her warily, she seemed close to a break down.
"No…" she repeated as her haphazard smile faded.
"No…no…no…oh god…oh god Charlie."
Her eyes then finally brimmed over and Alan, being the closest Eppes to her, took her gently into his arms as she sobbed into his chest.
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TheDudeLordOfFantasy a.k.a. Kathleen