Her face never changed, she accepted the fate with grace and calm. He found her behavior alarming. He looked at her sitting on the bed in her hospital gown, "I will be right back. I need to make a call." She looked at him breaking his heart with her devastating beauty, "Okay." He walked from the room feeling desperate. He dialed quickly. His heart clenched as she answered her phone, "Hello." "Aimes I need you to come to the hospital. I'm in Portland at the Science University. I'm at emergency." "I don’t understand. Are you okay?" He chuckled bitterly, "Yes of course, I'm here with Giselle." "What? Be there now." The phone went dead. Suddenly he could hear the telltale click of her boots on the linoleum floor. He looked back at the entrance to the emergency ward. Her face was drawn and panicked. He pointed to the room, "Wait for the doctor to leave. She'll be a mess when she sees you. She doesn’t understand why you’ve left her alone in the world." He hated saying it to her. He hated hurting her that way.
