Previously

The Planet – An Hour Later

 Kit picked up the phone on its first ring.

 "The Planet. This is Kit Porter."

 "Kit, this is Peggy Peabody. The woman was positively identified as Bette. She is still unconscious. She’s has not woken up from surgery and they are doing a neurological assessment on her." Peggy informed Kit that she will have a private jet ready in later in the day to fly her and anyone who wants to come to New York City.

"Peggy has a private jet that’s going to take me to New York." Kit walked over to Tina and pulled her up from the couch. "Tina, would you like to come?" Tina nodded and tears fell from her eyes. "Alice, Dana, Shane…can you take care of the Planet for me? I’ll Sheila my manager know what’s going."

"Yeah…sure Kit. You didn’t even have to ask." Alice said. Shane and Dane nodded in agreement. "Just call us when you know more."

 Kit and Tina left the Planet and went home to pack a bag and agreed to meet back at the café in an hour to wait for the car Peggy is sending over to pick them up and drive them to the airport.

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Hours Later

Kit and Tina boarded Peggy Peabody’s private jet and sat down in the seats, each lost in their thoughts.

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Chapter 6

New York City

Kit and Tina arrived at the small airport in the early morning darkness and were driven straight to Manhattan Medical Center where Peggy Peabody would be waiting for them.  Neither of them got any rest during the flight and both were exhausted, not physical, but emotionally and they were both preparing themselves for what waited them that the hospital.

Manhattan Medical Center

Kit and Tina arrived at the hospital and the driver removed their carry-on from the trunk.  Kit and Tina walked toward the hospital entrance and Kit slowed her pace suddenly afraid.

“It’s okay Kit. Bette’s okay.” Tina said squeezing Kit’s hand, but deep down she was scared as well and recited to herself, “Bette’s okay. Bette’s okay. Bette’s okay.”

They spoke to the security guard on duty and were quickly escorted along a corridor.  The only sounds heard were the clicking of their heels, the wheels of their carry-on along the marble floor and the jingling of the guard’s keys as it brushed against his pants.  They entered an elevator and the guard pressed the button to the fourth floor. All three looking up at the numbers above the door as it blinked from L, 1,2,3, and 4. The doors opened and the security guard escorted Kit and Tina to a private waiting room on the same floor as the Intensive Care Unit.