I wasn't certain what it was... a mite of some kind probably because of its sheer small size. Mol mumered something in my ear and disappeared into Van's bedroom. 
 
I was so engrossed with tracking the mite, I never heard him return. 

She's awake now!" 
  

Only when I glanced up from the scope for a second and caught Mol's grimmace out of the corner of my eye, did I ask him: "How's she doing?" 

"You'd better come and see for yourself. It isn't good!", he replied somberly. 
 
Then I heard it - a silly incoherent stream of words and childish sound coming from the bedroom. We walked in to see Van, trembling, and gurgling like a mad woman! 

Before I could stop him, Mol flung back the sheets and stood there peering down intently at Van's naked body. If he had said anything other than what he went and said, I would have decked him there and then as I saw him feeling her breasts and lower body. He looked up at me, paused... and than said - almost in a daze: "She has a rash around her breasts and abdomen - I think I know what's wrong here. Quick, come with me!"