“But you need….”

            “Don’t start with me, do it,” ordered Sam in a polite voice.  She knew that she had little to no authority here, but this wasn’t just anyone, this was Angelica. 

            “Ok, Dr. Vance,” said Laurie, instantly grabbing a new chart and grabbing the phone, dialing the archives department for the old charts.

            Moving into one of the curtained area’s, Sam lay Angelica on the bed, touching her forehead quickly.  Quickly taking her pulse, then her blood pressure, finding them slightly elevated, Laurie came in, handing Sam her new chart.  “Get Haim too,” said Sam softly.

            “Is she… rejecting…,” began Tina, her hands shaking.  The thought of losing Angelica was excruciating, the thought of her being sick was worse.  Remembering how hard it had been for Bette to watch her father slowly dying.

            “No, I doubt it; I think she’s got a cold or a small infection.  Has she been coughing?”

            “Yesterday, and this morning she said she didn’t feel well, was cold…,” began Tina, Darci Haim walking into the room.  Seeing Tina and saying nothing about Sam bringing in a patient out of order.  Darci was wearing her new nametag, the one that meant that her husband of almost 17 years had filed for divorce three weeks before. 

            Darci said nothing at first, smiling at Angelica, touching her hand and smiling, “So someone has a low grade fever?  How are you feeling Angelica?” asked Darci.

            “Ok, but I’m cold….”

            “That happens when you have a fever sometimes,” smiled Darci.  “Get a blood work up, check her white blood count too; I want to rule out rejection.  This might take a while, you might want to call Bette?” said Darci.  “Dr. Vance, outside?”

            Sam sighed; rolling her eyes behind Darci’s back, then winking at Angelica.  Stopping, taking her stethoscope, and slinging it around Angelica’s neck, nodding at Tina and following Darci out of the room.  The girl began to play with the new toy the moment that they were out of the room.

            “Look…” began Sam.

            “I’m just telling you, before the tests come back, it’s not rejection,” said Darci, having touched Angelica just long enough to know that it was a simple bad cold.  Since the girl had just gotten off antibiotics, it was typical for a cold to be worse.  “But, next time, clear it with your attending before bringing back a patient.  The waiting room is in an uproar, and it’s now your job to clear it,” ordered Darci.