Bette stirs from a deep sleep. She feels as if she has been sleeping for a week. ‘Shit, did I dream that Tina was here? I’m losing my mind.’ She feels her head pounding. “Oh fuck…” Bette rolls over on her back and grabs her throbbing head.

Tina is sitting staring out of the window when she notices Bette stirring. She moves to the bed and sits down. She watches Bette silently. Bette slowly opens her eyes and sees Tina looking down at her.

“You’re really here?”

“Yep. I’m here.” Tina unconsciously moves her hand to Bette’s face to brush away a curl.

“I don’t understand.” Bette tries to sit up but is interrupted by the banging in her head. “Shit.”

Tina reaches over for the water bottle and opens a bottle of aspirin. “Try this. It should help.”

Bette takes the pills and follows with several gulps of water. She looks over at Tina. “What are you doing here?”

“Making sure that you’re okay.” Tina resists the urge to reach out and hold Bette. She smoothes the sheets on the bed.

“That isn’t your job anymore. Don’t you have a family to attend to?” Bette blinked her eyes several times and tried to focus.

“As a matter of fact I do.” Tina tilted her head and looked at Bette.

“So go be with them. That’s what you want, right? I’m fine.” Bette sighed and closed her eyes, trying to get the image of Tina and Henry out of her head.

“I’m where I need to be right now, Bette. I want to be sure that you’re okay. Judging by the amount of alcohol that you’ve consumed, you’re not okay. When was the last time that you ate?”

Bette looked up at Tina. “In case you didn’t hear me the first time, you happily relinquished your right to give a damn about me. You don’t get to care about me anymore.”

“Bette…” Tina starts.

“No, Tina, really. I’m sure that you have more important things to do than check on me. Your little ‘family’ must need your attention. I can’t believe that Henry let you come all the way here without him. I cannot understand why you came here anyway. I thought that the last thing that you wanted was me involved in your perfect little life.” Bette starts to feel her stomach flip. “You can’t cut me out of your and Angelica’s life and then show up like this. You can’t do this to me.”

“I’m not cutting you out of our lives.”

“The hell you’re not, Tina. I heard you loud and clear at the wedding. I can’t adopt Angelica. You and Henry want a family. I heard it all.” Bette was feeling quite nauseous. She didn’t know if it was the hangover or the conversation.

“Bette, listen to me.”

“I think that I heard enough. I get the message, Tina. You don’t want me around.” Bette stands up and tries to walk off the feeling in her stomach. She takes a deep breath. “I get it, okay?”

“No, Bette. You don’t understand.”

“Trust me, Tina I do understand. The Ivy League education does come in handy at times like this.” Bette’s head starts swimming. She closes her eyes and tried to breathe. “I don’t know why you felt the need to hunt me down to tell me to stay out of your life, but…”

“Bette, YOU are my life.” Tina exhales, hoping that Bette heard her.

“Look Tina. I would never hurt Angel. I’m out of your lives. If you need something in writing or some sort of guarantee, then…” Bette stops. She opens her eyes and turns to look at Tina.

Tina sees that Bette is processing what she just said.

“What?” Bette was sure that she had not heard Tina correctly. It had to be the hangover.

Tina takes a step toward Bette. “I said that you are my life. Only you, Bette.”

Bette looks at Tina. She takes a breath and closes her eyes. “Shit…” she mutters as she turns and runs for the bathroom.