“Are you referring to Ms. Willamena Carvington?” Officer Bryant asked more curious now in the disturbance he had been woken up to interrogate.

“Yeah, Will. I hadn’t seen her so I’d thought I’d look for her,” Shane said.

“And how are you acquainted with Ms. Carvington?” Officer Bryant asked.

“I met her in rehab,” Shane answered slightly annoied. Officer Bryant shook his head. He had been reading earlier that day that Willamena had been admitted for drug usage before and was currently sending a team out to the clinic the family had used.

“And you figured she would be at her home because?” Officer Bryant began. Shane shrugged. Her whole body was shaking as she felt like she was freezing.

“Ms. McCutheon do you have any idea where Ms. Carvington might be?” Shane shook her head. She wished she had. She hoped she was somewhere safe and warm. Shane shivered.

Bette had fallen asleep in the chair in Kit’s room. They had taken her off to surgery and explained to them they would have to wait here and weren’t allowed into the operating room. After Kit had reassured them she would be fine, Tina and Bette relented and waited in her room. Hours later Tina had decided to take Angelica home and Bette decided to stay and wait for her sister. Waiting, sitting, sleeping. Tapping. Bette felt a tap on her shoulder and saw a woman in a blue plastic suit. “Ma’am,” she whispered softly. Bette stood up and flattened down her work suit.

“Uh yeah, sorry. How is she?” Bette asked. The girl smiled as she watched Kit being wheeled down the hall.

“She’s fine. Her operation went off without any complications but she needs her rest. You can visit her in the morning,” she said. Bette smiled and shook her head as the orderlies lifted Kit into her bed. Kit was fast asleep when they left the room and Bette walked over to her sister.

Bette kissed her gently on the forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she whispered to her sister. As Bette turned the girl in the blue suit was replaced with a woman in white.

“Bette Porter?” she questioned. It was dark and quiet and the doctor stayed silent. Bette nodded her head. “I’m Dr. Ferrion. I’ve been looking after your sister through this process. She speaks very highly of you,” she started waving Bette out the door. She pulled it closely behind her before hearing the click.

“Is somethig wrong, doctor?” Bette asked. The Dr. Ferrion looked over her chart and stared back at Bette.

“Kit explained to you what was going on?” Dr. Ferion asked. Bette shook her head. “We’ve tested the lymph node removed from her chest for traces of the tumor associated with Hodgkin’s disease. She tested positive for the cancer. We’ll have to begin treatment immediately,” Dr. Ferion explained.