We arrived at the hospital and Graham walked me in. The nurses took me to a cold emergency room and helped me onto the table. They took my temperature, my pulse, my blood pressure and asked me all kinds of questions. I saw Graham pacing in the corner.
"M'am, we are going to put you on and IV right now. You will feel a small pain in your arm... now." she said, stabbing the needle into my wrist. I winced in pain and felt tears welling in the back of my eyes.
"Sir, you can wait in the waiting room." one of the older nurses said.
"No! He has to stay with me." I cried.
"I'm sorry m'am, he has to leave." she said, pushing Graham in the direction of the waiting room. I was still feeling light-headed. They wrapped me in many blankets and kept a constant eye on my temperature.
"Looks like she has pneumonia." one nurse said. "She's going downhill fast people. Come on!" they yelled. I felt tears pouring down my cheeks, each tear burning with heat. I fell asleep.
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