“MOTHER!” I try to say with my sore throat. “Mother, is the doctor here yet?  “No honey he will be here in a bit,” says my lovely mother Joann.  “Ok” I say before I start coughing.  My mother runs in with a cup of water, helping me get over my coughing fit.  I think I sound like a big dog barking.  As my mother leaves I think to myself “when the doctor gets here will they send me to the hospital.  I’ve heard that the sister is mean and very strict; with that thought I drift into an unpeaceful sleep. 
I wake up to my mother shaking me; I look around and see a man standing there with a white coat and clothes on.  I think to myself “he’s scary. Where’s the doctor, is he here yet?” I jump out of my thoughts when my mother tells me that this man is the doctor.  The doctor says “Hello young lady, my name Jon Box.  I will just put this telescope up to your chest ok.  Could you please sit up?” “I would tell him yes but I can’t I can’t breathe very good and when I talk I sound like a old man that has only one lung.” I think to myself and nod my head to him.  I try to get up and get somewhat comfortable but I can’t.  He puts that thingy up to my chest and listens to me breath I think. Dr. Box say “take a deep breath will you.”  I try and end up coughing and drooling all over my self as I think to my self “this is so nasty”. 
“We need to get her to the hospital” says the doctor “and quick”.  Oh god I think to myself.  “What is wrong with her?” asks my mother. The doctor tells my mum, “She has diphtheria”. As the doctor who’s name I don’t remember helped me out of bed and through the house.  I can barely walk and I feel like I weigh too much for my body to handle, so my legs give out and the doctor carries me bridle style.  As he carries me I tell my mother to bring my favorite books.  All I hear before I am put into a hospital car is my mother's sob.  I hope she comes and sees me.  As the doctor takes me to the hospital he explains the rules of this housing place.  The one rule he kept repeating is NO TALKING TO THYPOID PATIENTS. 
As we get there I have had five different coughing fits but the doctor have me some kind of medicine to help with that and I stopped for now.  As the doctor picks me up and carries me once more, we walk into the tall building; a woman who is dressed in white comes to me and tells me the rules again.  I just sigh and nod my head to her.  When she’s done she tells the doctor to take me to the diphtheria room.  As the walk I can hear the moans and cries of children with all some type of sickness.  When sister Rita left I heard breathing next-door over so I called over and said “boy with Typhoid disease, are you there”.  He soon responded with “yes”.  I said, “Hello my name is Patricia. What is your name?”  He quickly said my name is “Frank.”  We spoke some more about ourselves before another man walks into my room.  He tells us we shouldn’t be talking.  Soon as he was in Frank’s room, Frank asked him to take my book to him and he said yes, but he couldn’t loose this job. 
As we kept talking in private over a couple of days, I found out that I have grown very weak and ill.  So ill that I’m afraid I might not make it till I see a grey hair on my head.  The next day we were talking and sister comes in and yells at us about how disappointed at us she is.  As days go by I now just lay in bed and read or just stare at the wall, I am no longer have the strength to talk.  As I was walking to the bathroom to use the bed pan, legs collapse from underneath me and I fell over.  I didn’t call for help,,I don’t need too. I know I’m gonna die.  As I lay there getting weaker I think to myself hoping my mother and friends could hear me say my goodbyes.  As my eyelids get heaver I close them and welcome death with open arms.