”Are you used to bitches like me?”

”More or less. I always do what the heart tells me Bette…even if it scares me…I thought we were the same in this, but I was wrong…”

Tina smiled slightly sorry, she turned around taking her bag finally.

”goodnight…” she whispered and without waiting for an answer she left Bette’s room going fast as a train through the stairwell corridors, without an elevator Tina went down the stairs quickly and breathlessly to get to the outside parking lot and get into her SUV.

She threw her purse on the passenger side, slamming her hands on the steering wheel, she screamed and slammed her hands together in an unexpressed rage, everything hurt, from her toes to her hair, but she was used to it. She had been burned in life and she would get over this too. It would pass, she had judged badly, she thought that Bette would share it too, that she felt the same feelings as her, but it was all a false perhaps.

”Hey, did you call me? Did something happen? Is it for the surgery?” Helena quickly entered Bette’s room, it was almost midnight, she was on duty that evening.

”I need a friend” Bette said softly.

Helena closed the door behind herself, entering and positioning herself on the chair next to Bette, one hand resting on the mattress ”I’m here…”

Bette’s tears began to flow down her cheeks, she tried to stop them with her hand but nothing like a river in flood. Helena leaned forward waiting, she knew that Bette was blocked, that she was afraid, they were at a point of no return, her life would either change or it would continue like this.

She had known the tiger Bette, wild, without shame. Now Bette was the other part of herself, weak and fragile.

”you can talk to me about everything you know…” Helena caressed Bette’s hand a couple of times with circular movements.

”She loves me, Hel…she loves me…she told me and I…I…” Bette collapsed sobbing, her hands covering her eyes she felt helpless, without any more shields.

”shhh” Helena stood up, moving to the bed next to Bette taking her in her arms and rocking her ”you have to calm down Bette please…” she knew that would not be good for her heart Helena held her tight, Bette clung to her and for a few minutes she seemed unable to bear that pain, the pain of a kick she had given to something that perhaps would have saved her life and that would certainly have improved it. She hated herself for it, for being so sick.