Bette: Kit

Kit: Just kidding.
(pauses) Ok, well you better get in there. Suite 204. Do you
want me to go in with you?

Bette: No, its
ok. You said you have sandwiches? There
are some picnic benches over there. Why dont you take the food over and we can
eat when I get out? I shouldnt be too long. Im starved. I havent had a damn
thing to eat all day.

Kit: I figured.

Bette exited the car and disappeared into the building while
Kit gathered their lunch and started to spread it out on one of the metal
benches adjacent to the entrance. Sure
enough Bette came out less than 15 minutes later sporting a Band Aid on the
inside of her left arm.

Bette: That looks
good.

Kit: Lara made it from the remnants of last nights dinner special. What did
the doctor have to say?

Bette: Well he said it
could be a million things. Anything from a resilient strain of bacteria to
something completely different from what the other doctor thought. There wasnt
much he could say one way or the other without running some blood work first. I told him that I was under some stress
recently and he said that could have contributed to my tiredness. Of course he
thinks I should rest up and relax because my blood pressure was somewhat on the
high end

Kit: Bette thats not
something you want to mess around with.

Bette: I know, I know.
I told him Id try to take it easier this weekend.

Kit: But you wont.

Bette: I told him that
Id try. No promises.

Kit: Remember what I
said about the handcuffs

Bette: Do you even own
handcuffsyou know, dont answer that. I dont want to know why you would have
them in the first place. (pauses) So he said that hed call me either tomorrow
or Friday when the results came in to schedule a consultation. Are you happy
that I went?

Kit: Yes. Thank
you. You should listen to me more often.

Bette: Yeah, yeah. (pauses)
Time to eat. I do actually have to back to work at some point. Helena gave me a little present before you picked
me up that has to be completed by tomorrow. Looks like Ill be bringing work
home tonight.

Kit: You have to rest
up.

Bette: Like I said
before Kit. This Weekend. Ill rest this weekend.

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A muted thump against her foot startled Kit from her
thoughts. She glanced down, and realized that she had dropped her novel.
Looking over at the clock hanging on the wall, she was surprised at how late it
was. She had been daydreaming for quite
a while now. Bette had been in with the doctor over forty minutes. What could be taking so long, she wondered?
Giving the doorway Bette disappeared into a long look, Kit resumed bending the
covers of what was rapidly becoming a dilapidated piece of unread literature.

(TBC…?)