Alice heard the phone going off unconsciously in the background, lying on the couch and being slowly suffocated by Dana who lay asleep across the top of her. Raching out an arm, she moved from beneath Dana, wearing only her favourite “Forget the Bull, I’ll ride the Cowgirl” t-shirt. Dana grabbed hold of her.

Could I hold you for one day
I need a chance to say….

“leave it…come back here” She smiled, pulling alice back onto the couch.
Alice laughed as she fell back.
“You left bite marks on my neck last night, you realise that?” Dana laughed, kissing the end of Alice’s nose.
“Only on your neck?” Alice replied, raising one eyebrow and laughing.
“I was being polite!”
“You weren’t last night!”

What about us?
What about us?
What about love?

The phone began to ring again, so Dana picked it up, hearing Bette’s frantic voice on the other end, going beyond pale and into gray, passing the phone to Alice.

What about love?
Could I hold you for one day

Bette looked up when Alice and Dana came running into the waiting room, fear in both their eyes. Bette looked terrible, her dark eyes showing up large in her extremly pale face, the bruised skin underneath from crying not helping matters.

Get a hope for another day
Give me music anyway

“She’s in surgery, internal bleeding, they wont tell me anything” Bette said, as soon as they’d sat down on either sides of her.
“What happened? You didnt say…” Alice asked, gently slipping an arm around behind Bette.
“Hit and run, she was hit by a ***** car and I wasn’t even there” Bette muttered, a few tears dancing lightly down her ashen cheeks.

What about us?
What about love?
What about trust?
What about love?

They sat there for hours that day then into the night. Bette refused to eat, refused to sleep. She couldn’t function. The only thing that would bring her comfort, would be when a doctor came and told her that Tina, her beautiful Tina, was going to be okay.

Lift the mood and float away
It feels so cold in the rain

Sometime, nearing 1 am, a nurse came up, asking who they were here to see.
“Tina..Christina, Christina Kennard” Bette replied, standing up quickly. As she stood up, she awoke Dana, who was dozing gently, and Alice who was in a deep sleep.
“Miss Kennards asleep..” The nurse replied, raising her eyebrows at Alice’s “Forget the bull” t-shirt which she’d forgotten to change out of earlier.
“She’s alive? Can I see her? Please…please I’m her wife” Bette begged, her body filling with a mix of terror, hope and joy.
When Bette finally got to see Tina, after all these hours of tense waiting, she got one ***** of a shock. Tina lay pale, looking like an old woman, her usually bright eyes shut. Bette’s only comfort was the sound of the ventilator Tina was hooked up to, and the sound of the heart machine.

Draw the world in shades of grey
Cut me out and walk away

To keep her mind off the bruising coming up along Tina’s face, the bruising which Bette felt she could’ve prevented, Bette found her eyes wandering around the room until one thing caught her eye. Tina’s name card.
They’d spelt her name wrong.

Could I hold you for one day
I need a chance to say

Both Alice and Dana re-awoke when Bette went storming past them. Exchanging a quick glance, they followed. Bette stormed up to admin, in a complete and utter fury.
“Who the ***** is in charge here?” She demanded, fire and brimstone glinting in her eyes. Alice put a hand on her arm which she shrugged off.
“Bette, calm down..” Alice tried. She may not have spoken for all the attention Bette paid her.
“SOMEONE ***** SPELT MY WIFES NAME WRONG!” Bette yelled, angrily walking away, back to Tina’s room.

What about trust?
What about love?
What about love?

Draw the world in shades of grey
Cut me out and walk away

When she got back beside Tina’s immobile body, she went into a sort of post traumatic shock. According to Alice, Dana and Kit, she just sat in the chair for hours, refusing to leave her wifes side, and refusing to eat, sleep, or move until Tina woke up.
If Tina woke up.

Pick me up then put me down
‘Cause it feels so cold in the rain…

Could I hold you for one day
I need a chance to say….

What about us?
What about love?
What about trust?
What about love?