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I feel pressure covering my head and shoulders like a wet blanket--hot suffocating pressure.  The thermometer reads 103.5

My child is boiling from the inside-out.  I feel my heart race, more than it should at 1:30am.  We drive lightspeed to the ER, wait patiently while the gun and knife club that is Saturday night in any ER makes its rounds.  I feel desperate, like a mother bear holding her limp, fever-soaked cub.  We wait. 

I feel like screaming, but no one comes for us.  My son moans.  We wait five minutes more, then I disappear.  My fur bristles and I begin to ROAR!   

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