Our baby

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I rush to the Cannibal Hospital emergency entrance with worries covering me. Holding Keirah in my arms, her head lolling weakly against my chest.

There are a lot of people here in a queue to buy the neutrophil biochips and I wonder why they did not take my warning about the biochips to them seriously.

I want to cause a scene and chase them all away but as the nurses and doctors rush to my aid, their faces filled with concern for Keirah as they assist me in laying Keirah on a stretcher.

All my concerns are now on getting Keirah the help she needs. She has muscle spasms covering her. Cold sweat is covering her face too.

“She has a very high fever, and she has been vomiting on me up to here. She has trouble breathing too. Please, she needs immediate help. Do something. ”

“Dru....g….Dru…g.”

Dr. Fred rushes over to her and my mind is at ease when I see him beginning to attend to her. “She needs help. He has turned her into a druggie.”