"Someone help me!" She cried as she ran into the waiting area. The skin around Megan's lips was starting to turn slightly purple. Anne's vision blurred and shifted with the tears in her eyes. She could feel Megan's heart flutter through her shirt.

A man in a white coat and took Megan away from her. He placed her on a gurney and wheeled her behind a curtain. Anne wanted to go after her, but a nurse took her by the arm and helped her away.

"We need your daughter's medical history, ma'am," the nurse prodded her. Anne quickly told her about Megan needing to be in the hospital for treatment. The nurse dialed Dr. Gellar's extension and relayed the message of Megan being in the emergency room. She hung up.

"The doctor will be here in a moment. Feel free to wait here. Would you like some coffee?" Anne numbly shook her head. The nurse left. Anne couldn't believe this was happening. Only a few hours ago, Megan was just fine. Counting her Cheerios on the kitchen table. Anne closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall behind her chair.

The nurse returned a few minutes later. "The doctor has Megan stabilized." Anne breathed a sigh of relief. "He isolated the problem," Anne's eyes flew open. "One of the symptoms of LIP is hypoxia, low oxygen levels in her tissues. That's what Megan appears to be suffering from. We'll have her in a room shortly." The nurse turned and left again.

A half hour later, the nurse led Anne to Megan's room. As they rode the elevator to the fifth floor, Anne wondered what Megan was going through. They walked down the long corridor. The faint smell of something that resembled rubber gloves came from some of the rooms. Megan's room was near the end of the hall.

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