The trip to the doctor's office proved to be another waiting process. The doctor ran blood tests, but even with a rush order, he wouldn't get the results before tomorrow. In the meantime, she had to wait. This herx was by far the worst and a result of the last round of antibiotics for her flare up. Her little body could only handle so much, and it was releasing toxins into her system faster than she could process them to expel them. Her flu-like symptoms would likely get worse before they got better-an answer Jase didn't want to hear and refused to believe.
He'd spent the majority of the visit either arguing or listening. When we got there, he didn't understand how our balance could be so high when the Faston Corporation's insurance was so good, nor did he comprehend why the insurance co
