Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Bette began to rock back and forth before standing up and walking over to the cabinet with the statue. Slowly in the cabinet she began to rearrange the knick knacks she found there before she backed away with a satisfying smile. Again, Bette checked the modern clock.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Suddenly a wimpering and Angelica’s cries echoed from the nursery. “Oh, thank god.” Bette whispered and made her way down the hall.

Kitt wached the door in the reflection of the mirror behind Dr. Ferrion walked into the office reveiwing papers held tightly to her face. She looked up only briefly to recognize Kit had been in the room before she crossed the floor and sat down.

“Well as you know we have been evaluating the different procedures that would best suit treating your cancer,” Dr. Ferrion began. Kit nodded her head, her hands in her lap. She felt drained from the operation and it had only been a few days since she started her recovery from it all. “We have discovered through various scans and through the operation that you have what’s known as Type III Hodgkin’s disease,” Dr. Ferrion continued. Kit’s face turned to worry.

“That bad?” Kit asked sifting her hands in her laps. She rubbed her fingers softly against one another as Dr. Ferrion’s expression eased slightly.

“It just means that the cancer is both above and below the abdomen and will have to be treated on a wider scale then type I and II. But because of this our usual method of chemotherapy will not perform the necessary fuctions soley, but will have to be combined with radiation therapy,” Dr Ferrion explained. Kit nodded. Only half of this was getting through to her. Her mind lingered on chemo and radiation.

“And uh how does all that work,” Kit asked absent mindedly. Dr. Ferrion’s gaze never broke as Kit’s eyes drifted off beind the doctor sitting across from her. She wasn’t really intrested in the process but she supposed she had to know. She had to be the big sister about this.

Something about needles passed her ears, shrinking something or another, removing a tumor, but it all just blurred. Kit’s heart raced. Where was Bette? She wondered. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to handle this alone.