[hr][hr] [center][color=Goldenrod][h1]Angela Ziegler[/h1] [img]http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/35800000/Blake-Lively-blake-lively-35803035-500-281.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Overwatch Headquarters - Forks; Washington. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Anyone else awake and hungry at base.[/sup][/color][/center] [hr][hr] [center][i]Ian Dawson. Male. Six years old. Patient was admitted into the ER on the twentieth of February with excessive rectal bleeding. Patient is unable to perceive objects in three dimensions, showing his brain is disconnecting from his muscles. Since admittance to the hospital, symptoms have escalated to include bloody diarrhea and stomach pains. So far patient is hemodynamically stable, although he has been developing some co-ordination problems.[/i][/center] Frowning with slight worry, Angela shifted within her seat, causing it to turn as she sat forward, her bright blue orbs fixated on the patient file that was lain out before her- the poor child… he didn’t ask for any of this; he didn’t deserve any of this. But wishing and praying weren’t going to help her solve this case. That was for the parents; as a consultant on this particular case, her job was to do all that she could to help make the child better, so that he could go out and enjoy life as any other child his age would. Even so, this was not going to be an easy case… Shifting once more at her desk, she lifted her leg up, crossing it over the other as she reached out to the file, flicking through the different forms; looking for something… [i]anything[/i] that was going to give her some clue as to what could be affecting the boy so much that it had ended up with him in the hospital like he was, [color=Goldenrod]“..a six year old child… he’s young; his immune systems don’t work as well as that of an adult, they could be compromised. Could be Listeria…”[/color] [b]“I already checked for that. Leukemia has a higher prevalence in the young- so does asthma. Could also be diabetes.”[/b] [color=Goldenrod]“No… it’s too simple; besides, the child shows no signs of kidney failure… though I must admit, I have ill feeling that he soon will, should my suspicions be confirmed.”[/color] Sighing softly, Angela let the paper slip through her finger, allowing it to once more settle within the file as her head lightly shook from side to side- please to God, let her be wrong in her suspicions… nevertheless, if they were to catch it early on before the disease had time to set any further-… [color=Goldenrod]“..I want you to do a colonoscopy.”[/color] Lifting her eyes from the information lain out before her in the file, she let her gaze settle on the [url=https://www.wired.com/images_blogs/business/2012/08/polycom-triangle-speaker-phone.jpeg]black phone[/url], knowing that what she had just suggested to those she was on call with would have come with a slight shock considering the age of the patient; but she had to be sure… she had to, [color=Goldenrod]“..I know it isn’t routine given the patients age, however, I believe it to be a necessary evil; especially if we wish to get to the bottom of this case. During the procedure, I want you to look out for purple papules; if you find any, take a sample… I want you to test for Erdheim-Chester.”[/color] [b]“Erdheim-Chester..? You believe this is a disease that has had, what..? Only two hundred reported cases, ever.”[/b] [color=Goldenrod]“I know that this is a long shot… however the symptoms fit with the diagnosis.”[/color] Pausing for a short spell so that the doctors on the other line could think over the idea, Angela lifted her hand up, running her fingers back through her long blonde locks, pushing them back though with not much success as they once more fell back down, framing her face as she turned her attention back down to the patient file, [color=Goldenrod]“..run the test… if it comes back positive, start him on Systemic corticosteroids. I want you to keep me informed on his condition; and call me right away should any complications arise.”[/color] [b]“Understood… we’ll be in touch soon with the results of the test.”[/b] Unable to help the small and rather relieved (though still saddened) smile that played over her soft pink lips, Angela leant forward slightly, her gaze dropping and a gentle sigh falling as she hit the ‘end call’ button on the phone, her body seeming frozen in the moment for what felt like a lifetime before she leant herself back in her chair, her head resting against the leather and her eyes flicking out of the large floor to ceiling windows on the far wall as she allowed herself a moment to think- this case… if she was right about her diagnosis; it was a big one, and with only two hundred reported cases worldwide-… She was just praying that she was both right, and wrong about this being number two hundred and one. Seemingly managing to finally pull herself out of her own little world, Angela closed the file, pushing it over to the side of her desk as she got to her feet, causing the chair she had been using to roll back ever slightly as she made her way around the desk and towards the door, her long white coat hung open and bouncing lightly against the back of her calves, and her heels making soft clicks over the polished floors as she followed the familiar path through the base- it was huge… when it had first been built, it had taken her days, if not weeks to remember the paths, and to not get lost whenever she tried to find her way around. It was ridiculous how many times she had gone searching for the lounge, only to then end up in the middle of the gym. It was embarrassing… and it was because of that fact that she had made it her mission to help any new members out- it was the reason each member received a map included within their induction paperwork. Whether or not they chose to use it was to their own discretion and, on the odd occasion, their humiliation. Slipping her hands down into the pockets of her lab coat, she let her brilliant blue eyes flick about the halls, allowing them to linger upon the photos… the plaques… the memorials… Each one had a story to tell; and each one was just as important than the last. Slowing to a stop, Angela turned to face one in particular, her head tilting lightly to the side as her eyes lingered upon the familiar faces held safe within the frame; her own being one of them. How quickly things could change… the fact that in a drop of the hat- just a quick twist of fate; and everything you held dear could all be over… Hesitating a moment, she lifted her hand, the very tips of her fingers brushing lightly over the glass for a moment before she forced herself to turn away, her hand once more returning to the warmth and safety of her pocket as she turned on her heel, the gentle click of her heels once more filling the air as she rounded the corner, her gaze flicking up to the large staircase that led to the bedrooms- it was still early… once again, she had watched the sun rising from her office as she did what she could to complete her work. Perhaps no one had risen yet..? Pushing the thought from her mind, Angela rounded yet another corner, her body slipping through the open arch and into the familiar décor that was the kitchen. Pristine… no mess in sight… not a thing out of its place; either she was correct in her assumption that no one had woken yet, or they had all chosen to skip breakfast on the same day. Unable to stop the way her lips turned up in a more genuine smile than before, she brought her hands up to her coat, shrugging it off and draping it lightly over the back of one of the stools at the bench before she moved further into the room, taking a moment to roll up the sleeves on her white shirt before getting to work, the smell of bacon and eggs (enough for what looked like a small army) filling the air around her before floating out into the hall for all to enjoy.