Around eleven p.m., while the man responsible for it all was closing down his station for the night, an overbearing blond woman hovered by little Timmy's bedside in the emergency room. She'd decided to seek help for him when he'd been unable to stop vomiting. By the time she'd pulled into the hospital's parking lot he was pale, limp, and unresponsive.
She sat on the left side of his gurney and refused to move, making those tending to him work around her, and she watched and waited as doctors and nurses tried to figure out what had made her only child so ill.
"What's wrong with my son? Why aren't you helping him? Could it be food poisoning?" Timmy's mother railed. "Or some sort of stomach bug? Honestly, it can't be that difficult to figure out."
A lab tech walked into the room, approache
