Dr. Kumar waited and then got to work once Tasha was on the gurney. It was a whirlwind of activity after that. To ICU for iv's, which took nearly twenty minutes to find a vein that would actually take the line, Tasha holding Lincoln's hand and whimpering with each stick of the needle that refused to find what it needed. To Xray and MRI, where Lincoln had to step out of the room and watch through a window as she was moved this way and that. 

	Tasha just wanted to close her eyes and sleep but there was nothing she could do to achieve that. All the moving, wheeling about, needles, iv's, tests. One after another, only stopping as they would shove a basin to her as she started wretching again and dry heaving until it subsidised. Then back to the gurney and into a private icu room when she all but collapsed, clutching Lincoln's hand with one of her own, and her other wrapped around the key she wore around her neck still.

	Dr. Kumar left them alone for a moment. "I need to go wait on the results of her blood work. I will be back as soon as I know something. For now, make her rest," he told Lincoln before he left. Tasha sighed inwardly as she looked over towards Lincoln, feeling nearly defeated at this point. [color=a187be]"I should have made you leave,"[/color] she choked out as she looked away from him and tried not to let her emotions take over.