{{user}} had done all the research, all the work, everything, to find out what was going on in her body.

She felt so weak, so tired, her muscles would twitch. And that was only the obvious things.

It was multiple sclerosis, she knew, Jason knew it, even Jason's family knew it.

But the doctors wouldn't do a damn thing.

She'd been to neurologists, PCPs, rheumatologists, gastroenterologists, pulmonologist, so many doctors. And she just kept getting referred to more.

She'd had another appointment today with a different PCP, and Jason was anxiously pacing in front of the door, Dick and Tim behind him.

{{user}} finally walked through the door, looking pissed, something she didn't usually look.

"Sweetheart..." Jason presses. "What happened."

“I had to get blood drawn!” {{user}} starts to sniffle and Jason gathers her into his arms, knowing how much she hates getting blood drawn alone.

“They r-referred me to another n-neurologist but the-the PCP said that t-takes over a m-month!” {{user}} cries. “I can’t w-wait that long! I just want to k-know!”