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    Dance With Us 18

    Cedar Sinai Emergency Room
    The waiting room was filled with women and tension that eerily reminded them of a few weeks ago when they were at the police station. Tina was sitting between Kit and Helena, Tasha was talking to a detective on the phone. Carmen and Shane were sitting opposite Tina and Alice was pacing back and forth. They had not heard anything on Bette only that she was in surgery and her condition was guarded. Angie was with Melissa and would be brought up later on. They all looked up as a doctor came out her face serious.

    Doctor (looking at her clipboard): I’m Doctor Coogan and I’ll presume your all here for Elizabeth Porter (seven faces looked at her) well I’ve got good news and bad news.

    Peggy’s Townhouse New York
    Peggy (picking up the ringing phone): Hello (closing her eyes) what? Helena dear calm down what’s happened? (Listening, the phone dropping from her hand) oh Gods…

    Dylan (walking in; noticing Peggy’s paleness): What’s wrong (taking the phone) hello, honey just calm down what’s wrong? (Closing her eyes) shit alright stay with Tina we’ll be there as soon as we can.

    Cedar Sinai Emergency Room
    Helena (putting her phone in it’s holder): Mummy and Dylan are on their way (rubbing Tina’s back; not noticing Alice’s glare.)

    Shane (standing): How the hell did, well Jodi…

    Carmen (leaning back; rubbing her face): She needs to be in an insane asylum…

    Kit (mumbling): Or six feet under…

    Papi (taking a deep breath): That can be arranged.

    Tasha (shutting her phone): They’ve got her in lock up and they’re waiting to hear from the DA. They’ve also called in a Psychologist…

    Tina (her face hard): What (hitting the chair) so that she can fucking plea insanity while my future wife lays in a hospital bed to have surgery to repair her shoulder. She should never see the light of day that fucking son of a bitch (breaking down in tears…)

    Helena (wrapping her arm around her): Shh she won’t. I promise you, she will never see the light of day again.

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    Comments

    1. Sorry about your losses. I hope you are well and everything will be better for you soon. Thank you for sharing this story with us. Hope Bette gets well soon.

    2. Sorry for your losses. I hope you begin to feel better. Thanks for bringing this story back. I was just re-reading this story this past week and was hoping it would be brought back soon. So glad to see it here tonight! PPS!

    3. Sorry to heard about your loss and hope everything gonna be ok and god bless you and your family. That was good and hope Bette get well soon. Glad to catch up with your story and love it, can’t wait to see more, thanks!

    4. So sorry to hear what you’ve gone through. Happy to see this story back. Hope you feel up to posting more, but understand if you can’t right now. Take care.

    5. I had almost forgotten about this one, can justice please be served on this bitch before one of the girls does something that lands them where she should have been a long time ago. Having her harassed and beaten up by other prisoners for several months before being shanked seems fitting to me. So sorry to hear of your loss and illness. If you can PPVS

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