"Fred!" I shout.
"What?" He asked lifting the bedspread to cover his face.
"I need you to drive me to the hospital." I shake his body even more. "Chloe is sick."
He wakes up startled and looks at me like he has seen a ghost.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Can we talk about this on our way to the hospital." I reply while wearing my sandals which were next to the bed.
He wakes up and looks at the baby whom am holding on my arms. She has closed her eyes while her hair is spread around her small head.
We rush downstairs to the parking lot and off we go the hospital. The distance seems to be infinite but we arrive at the hospital entrance after an ambulance. We hurriedly walk to the pediatric center and go directly to the nurse at the reception.
"Yes, how can I help you?" She asks not bothering to look at us.
"The baby has had several vomiting episodes and has a high fever." I tell her almost handing her the baby.
The sentence seem to startle her as she comes next to us, puts her back side of her hand and felt Chloe's temperature.
"OMG!" She says and quickly take the baby inside.
I was confused so I looked over to Fred and we rush to follow her.
"What is wrong?" I keep on asking. She wasn't responding.
Finally, she stops on the second room on the right down the hallway. It was the doctor's office. He wakes up from his seat and looks at the nurse. Without saying anything, he takes his stethoscope, lifts the baby's vest and listens to her heartbeat.
"Nurse, please give me the thermometer." he asks.
He takes her temperature and gets a surprise look. "How was she before you came here?"
"She vomited several times. I also noticed her poop was a bit watery."
"We need to admit her as soon as possible." He says. "The nurse will give you some forms to fill."
He starts walking away with the baby before we stop him.
"Excuse me, what is wrong with the baby?" Fred asks with concern all over his face.
"The baby has a high fever of 106 degrees F. We need to check her as quickly as possible."
With that, he went to the wards and left us still standing in the hallway. Tears rolled down my cheeks. We wait for a few minutes. I feel so weak. My baby must survive this.
After about thirty minutes, the doctor emerges and calls us to his office. After we have settled, he takes a long look at the file he has on his hand.
"The high temperature on your baby is not normal. It can be caused by several factors including meningitis. The reason as to why the baby has to be admitted is because we have to perform several tests to rule out any chances of infections or diseases that she might have." He starts.
"What about the vomiting?" I cut him.
"Yes, the vomiting. It may have been caused by the fever but we need to ascertain the cause."
"So what next?"
"The tests to be done." He answers. "Do you have insurance?"
"Yes we do." Fred says.
"Okay, we will also need your information in order to continue with the process. The nurse at the reception will guide you through it."
"Can we see her?"
"Unfortunately at the moment you cannot." he says. "We can arrange that in a few hours."
Fred glances at his phone. It is 5.17am.
"Okay, we will wait." Fred says.