died, he’d been really good about going to school without complaint.
Jane reached down to his forehead and finally noticed how warm he felt. She sat up in the bed, concern her most immediate response.
“What else is wrong, Charlie?” She asked, not sure what to do for him yet. Maybe he just had a bug?
“My arm hurts. It hurts real bad.” He said pitifully.
“Can you sit up for me?” She prompted, still stroking his hair.
She saw his cheeks were rosy but his short sleeved pajama top didn’t reveal why his arm was hurting. She couldn’t see anything but Charlie wasn’t a complainer. He was ill if he said he was ill. She hugged him then told him to get dressed and she’d take him to see the doctor. Jane was very glad in that moment that she’d signed him up for LA Chip and that Zare had fixed her car.
She drove him in to the doctor, Jane’s own pediatrician, who took one look at the child and told her to get him to the hospital.
“But what’s wrong with him?” She asked, panicking.
“I don’t know for sure but let’s just eliminate a few things. I can’t do the tests here but they can at the hospital. I’ll call ahead and get it arranged. Go on now, take him on over.” The doctor, a gentle, knowledgeable man, set her at east but Jane still worried. What was wrong with Charlie?
4
J ane sat in the hospital room with Charlie, his little fingers tapping at the screen of her phone as he played a game. She couldn’t get the image of his little body, covered in countless bruises, out of her mind. Charlie couldn’t tell her where the bruises came from but they horrified her, especially the ones on his back. Then there were all of the little red dots on his arms and chest. What had caused all of that? At last a doctor came in and sat down to talk to Charlie.
“So, little fella, can you tell me anything about these bruises and what’s going on with you?” The red headed woman asked. She was very pleasant and Jane and Charlie liked her immediately. “I’m Dr. Evans, I’ll be looking after you for a while. You can talk to me.”
Charlie grinned at her. “You’re very pretty.”
“Oh, a charmer already.” She winked at Jane then went back to Charlie. “About these bruises?”
“I don’t know they just showed up the other day. I keep getting more. And my elbow hurts. I don’t feel real good either, I’m tired.” He said, going back to his game.
“Alright. We’re going to take some of your blood out of the IV Charlie and we might have to keep you here for a few days. I promise lots of ice cream and your own remote to the TV. How does that sound?”
“Awesome! Can Jane have ice cream too? She works so hard, she deserves buckets-full!” Charlie asked, excited and not caring about grammar.
“Sure she can. I’m going to send in a nurse to get the blood and talk to your sister outside for a minute. Just hit your buzzer if you need anything.”
Jane followed the doctor out, her smile immediately disappearing as she saw the doctor’s face.
“What’s wrong?” Jane cried.
“I think Charlie is very ill Jane. He’s almost certainly got leukemia, we just need to find out for sure and determine what kind. He needs you to be strong. I’ve read your story in the paper and I know you’ve been strong already but your brother is going to need a lot of strength, Jane. A lot.” The doctor held her hand out as Jane’s knees wobbled.
“And those bruises? What’s so important about those?” Jane latched onto the question to bring her back from the urge to faint.
“Those are typical of the disease. That’s what has me almost convinced, those bruises. Let us get started on these tests and we’ll see how it goes. I’ll be back as soon as I know something concrete. Maybe before then.” Dr. Evans squeezed Jane’s elbow before walking away.
Charlie was brave, even saying how cool it was to watch his blood fill the tubes. Jane watched him, the now familiar numb state keeping her from