Tina: “No! No, it wasn’t you….I think I’ve always known. It just took meeting someone as special as Bette to bring it out of me.”

Eric: “Well, that’s a relief. Look I’m happy for the both of you. Tell her I said hello….and at any rate, I still mean what I said earlier….”

Tina has an expression on her fae that asks “what was that?” Eric reads her thoughts, “She’s a lucky woman……to have you.”

Tina: “Thank you, Eric, good luck with your wife’s delivery.”

He hugs her tightly, “Thank you, it was great seeing you.”

Tina: “Likewise.” He turns and waves goodbye as he walks down the hallway.

Upstairs……………………………….

Bette finishes the forms and looks around to locate the doctor. She finds him talking with a nurse, “Excuse me, Dr. Sutton, I’ve finished with the forms.”

Dr. Sutton turns to Bette and takes the forms, flipping through them.

Dr. Sutton: “There are alot of blanks left, Ms. Porter.”

Bette: “Yes, doctor, I know, but I filled them out to the best of my knowledge. You see my sister and I haven’t been all that close over the last several years.”

Dr. Sutton: “Are there any other living relatives that could provide any more information?”

Bette: “I’m afraid not. I don’t think she’s spoken to any of our family in many years.”

Dr. Sutton: “I understand. Well, hopefully when she wakes up she’ll be able to help. Thank you for your time. Would you like to see your sister now?”

Bette nods.

Outside Kit’s room the doctor tries to reassure Bette of his confidence in Kit’s recovery, “Ms. Porter, you’re sister is very banged up from the accident. Her physical appearance may be shocking to you. I just want you to be aware. Do you think you’ll be ok?”

Bette: “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

Dr. Sutton: “ok… you have 10 minutes.”

He leaves Bette standing by the door. She slowly opens it into a dark room. The room is quiet except for the breathing machine and heart monitor. Bette tiptoes across the room. Her eyes begin to adjust to the lighting, as she see’s the evidence of Kit’s accident for the first time. Kit’s face is bandaged in several places and is swollen. She looks like a faint image of herself as the machine helps her breathe. The sight is almost too much for Bette as she cries out in emotional pain, “Why Kit? Why? Why do you never listen to me? Why can’t you see, not only do you hurt yourself, but you hurt everyone else in your life? Why do you want to hurt me, Kit? Why?”