When Shane got up, she found warm body she had be hugging all night to be gone. It’s happened every day this week. Carmen was always doing something else. Shane just wanted her to stay put. Today she’d be going in for chemo. She could hear the pots and the pans in the kitchen clanging. Shane climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of black sweats and a white tank. She silently crept into the kitchen to surprise Carmen. But before she got her arms around Carmen’s waist Carmen had noticed her.

Carmen: Shane McCutcheon you better get a t-shirt on or a jacket so you don’t catch a cold.

Shane pouted to Carmen’s back. She went along hugging Carmen.

Shane: I have you, I don’t need clothes to keep me warm.

Carmen giggled feeling Shane’s cool breath of her neck.

Carmen: Be good now, let’s not be late. Helena won’t be happy.

Shane threw up her arms in defeat. She was hoping for a make out session what not, but Carmen was very serious on doctor visit days. Carmen drove too. Which annoyed Shane because she wanted to drive. The nurse came out with a wheelchair, but Shane refused. She held onto Carmen’s hand and with her support walked to the elevator and went up 5 floors. Helena greeted her in her office. Shane was sprawled out on the sofa.

Carmen: Sorry.

Carmen sighed looking at a disheveled Shane.

Helena: I’ve see worse. It’s a miracle you’ve brought her in without any major lacerations or bruises. And she’s not drunk or unconscious.

Carmen: She hates the hospital that much?

Helena nodded.

Helena: Yup, that much. I believe it’s due to her brother’s death that she’s so wary of the hospital.

Carmen: Oh, you treated Shay?

Helena: No, there was nothing we could you but pronounce him dead upon arrival. Ok, enough of this depressing talk. Shane! Get up, we’re going to a room.

Shane: And what rape me?

Helena rolled her eyes.

Helena: Common, you promised you’d be good. I know chemo is going to be hard on you, but you need it.