Chapter 17

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We went to pick up Noah from our friends house. They live in a tiny old apartment in the bad spot of LA.

When we were driving home from picking up Noah he started to puke. At first I thought it was no big deal if anything he has just got the flu. 5 minutes past of him vomiting an she hasn't stopped I started to freak out.

"Nathan what do we do? Is he okay? Is this normal?" I panic. Nathan didn't answer me but suddenly he made a quick U-turn. I wonder where we're going. I saw the hospital come into view and Nathan sped into the parking lot. I found a spot and got out of the car slammed his door and got Noah out of his car seat. He started running to the hospital doors and I was struggling to keep up. To my surprise the hospital wasn't busy and we were able to hand Noah off to a nurse right away.

We waited for 30 minutes until they finally called Noah's name. We went to the doctors room. I was so worried about Noah. When we entered it was just Noah and a nurse.

"Mama!" he said. My face lit up. We've been trying to get him to say mommy and daddy for a long time. No bad news could make me sad right now this was probably the best moment of my life.

When the doctor came back into the room he said that Noah has diphtheria. He says diphtheria is a bacteria infection in the throat. The toxins affect the nerves and muscles involved in breathing and swallowing. In some cases it also affects the heart! The doctor gave us a medicine. Noah has to take it twice a day, once when he wakes up and once before he goes to bed. The medicine will get rid of the infection. I'm so glad it's not something like cancer I wouldn't be able to live without my Noah.

It was almost time for Noah to go to bed so we went home fast. Once we got the medicine out I immediately gave it to Noah. Me and Nathan were really scared of what could happen to Noah. I walked upstairs to put Noah to bed so he can rest and hopefully feel better. I'm glad he only has to take the medicine for a week I bet it tastes horrible.

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