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My dad’s arms were wrapped firmly around me as he held me while talking to the lady at the desk at the entrance to the pediatric emergency room.  About twenty minutes earlier I had passed out in an elevator on the way out of Dr. Monroe’s office.  The vampire lady in her lab had just sucked out her usual four tubes of blood from the crook of my arm. When she was done she gave me a unicorn sticker, and I stepped into the elevator.  The next thing I remembered being aware of was my dad leaning over me yelling my name in a panic.  He had picked me up in his arms like a baby, not the ten-year-old girl I was, and carried me out to the car.  I didn’t fully wake up until we were racing down the turnpike toward the hospital.