.. he was going to hurt me!" Melissa said in defense, still not understanding how in the world she had hurt him.The girl's demeanor changed. "He tried...to hurt you? Shit. What did he try?" No he didn't hurt me," Melissa said completely missing the meaning of the words. "He was going to. I know he was, so I told him I'd heard it all before, and told him to leave."The girl stood there for a minute and then shook her head in disbelief. She took a deep breath and sighed."Are you really that. "Yeah, I get all nervous around them, too."Manfred shook his head. "No, not talking. With your... ," and with that his face turned pink.I tried to figure out what he was trying to ask. Then, a revelation hit me. I hoped he wasn't asking about that."Does your... does it... um... get..."That confirmed it. I felt my own face heating. This conversation was getting too weird. I had to stop him before he said it."Sometimes, it just happens. I usually just roll over on my stomach... or jump in the. Who have you called for an oncology consult?'She answered, "John Gerber."He said, "Very good. We'll probably end up referring him to McDevitt at Sloan-Kettering. This looks like AML(acute myeloid leukemia), but we can hope it is MPD (myeloproliferative disorder)."Dr. Gerber came in and looked at the lab results. "I'll do the bone marrow biopsy before any scans and before he has been influenced by too much lab attention. He needs fluids before his kidneys shut down. Begin a saline IV now."Leon. I'd have thought he would have bounced farther back, but you can't have everything.After he regained his feet he began shouting at me, and since I couldn't make out a lot of it, I assumed it was serious cursing in their language and probably whatever was translating wasn't quite sure what kind of a motherfucker he was calling me.I thought about just going into the house and brewing a pot of coffee and then coming out to watch him rant an rave, maybe bringing out a lawn chair for comfort..