Ok so I am back with another multi chapter story. Enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think and if you're interested in reading more. All mistakes are mine and as per usual I don't own any of the characters etc

Miranda pursed her lips with dissatisfaction, the meeting to plan the coming month's issue of Runway was not going how she had hoped. Her team seemed to be lacking inspiration despite having the opportunity to showcase some of the most talked about fashions for the upcoming season. There were some days in which she wished she could reset and begin over and when Emily came rushing in and disturbing the meeting only a few minutes later she knew that today was going to be one of those days. If Emily valued her career she knew very well not to interrupt unless there was an emergency or if the Editor had specifically asked her to do so beforehand. Her assistant stood there for a second, obviously uncomfortable about whatever it was she was about to say.

" I do trust you are still able to effectively communicate things to me Emily, I have no intention of sitting here all day waiting for you to verbalise whatever it is you need to say."

"There was a call from the Presbyterian hospital, Andrea apparently collapsed in the Mirror offices earlier."

To the untrained eye Miranda appeared to remain emotionless, any distress by the news not shown for others to see. However Nigel who had been sitting across from her at the other end of the table saw the brief flicker of fear pass behind her facade upon hearing Emily's words and was quick to stand and follow the woman as she made a move to leave the room.

" You all have two days to come up with ideas worthy of being printed in Runway, we'll reconvene then and I require results. If you don't have any by then I don't expect you to come back. Failure will mean the termination of your career at this publication and any others for that matter."

Miranda hurried back to her offices, Nigel and Emily following in her wake.

"Did the hospital say anything else whilst on the phone?"

"Only that you were down as her emergency contact and she had asked for you."

Not even waiting for her assistant the Editor left her office and collected her own bag and coat.

"Call Roy, have him downstairs now."

"He's at the front ready and waiting." Again, Miranda was reminded of why she kept Emily as an assistant. The red was always able to anticipate her needs, only one other had been able to ever do that and she was now currently in a hospital waiting for .

"Nigel I trust you can manage anything pressing that comes up in my absence."

"Of course and Miranda whenever you have a chance, let me know what's happening and if there's anything we can do for you or six..."

"Of course, thank you my friend."

Miranda made her way through the emergency room of Presbyterian. The sound of her heels clacking upon the cold floors of such sterile surroundings seemed overtly louder than usual. Not a hair was out of place nor was there a single crease in the pin striped suit she had been wearing all morning. Her seeming calm demeanour overall not revealing the inner turmoil she was feeling as she approached the front desk.

"Can you show me to where Andrea Sachs is currently residing, my office received a call informing me she had been brought here from the Mirror."

A young nurse politely smiled as she pressed a few keys and looked at a computer screen.

"Of course but first of all I need to know who you are and whether you have any identification, I'm afraid only relatives are allowed on the upper floors at this time."

For once the Editor was cursing the fact that the woman appeared to be one of the few who paid attention to the the gossip rags, in particular Page Six.

"I am Miranda Priestly, Andrea Sachs is my wife and I would like for you to tell me why she appears to have been moved upstairs. Secondly I would appreciate it if you didn't delay me from seeing her anymore with your pointless questions. You already know she requested my presence since this hospital called me directly."

A doctor who had been writing in a file and had obviously overheard the exchange decided to step in before the nurse found herself out of a job.

"It's ok Diana, i'll deal with this. Ms Priestly i'm Dr Anderson if you would like to follow me I can take you to your wife and I can fill you in as we go along."

The two of them fell in step as they began heading down a corridor towards the lifts and pass numerous patients.

" I initially treated Andrea when she was brought in, she was complaining of nausea and an intense headache. She had apparently also had a severe nosebleed just before she collapsed."

" She has been complaining of a headache on and off for a month or so now. She assumed it was a migraine, the newspaper she works for had been stretching her lately and she's been coming home exhausted most nights."

The pair stepped into an elevator, Miranda thankful that no one else followed them in before Dr Anderson pressed a button to take them up.

" Well it may very well be something as simple as that. Such things affect us all differently however to be on the safe side once I was happy she was stable i sent her to neurology to be examined. She should be back from having her scans by now so I'll take you directly to her."

Miranda simply followed, unsure of what else to say. She knew Andrea had been unwell, only like the woman herself she had believed it was just a minor ailment and so had not shown much concern, instead just holding her wife and giving her comfort when it had been requested on those longest of days. Now as she made her way through the bland corridors of her surroundings a sliver of fear began to creep into her mind.

She found her wife sitting on the side of the bed, legs swinging back and forth looking rather alert. She had been expecting her to be lying down at least, machines beeping in the background, not sat up looking like she was just here as a visitor. However upon closer inspection she could see the red swollen eyes and evidence of dried tear tracts upon her delicate skin.

"Darling are you alright?"

Upon seeing the Editor Andrea's eyes lit up and she immediately stood to pull the woman towards her. While Miranda welcomed the embrace she also knew there was something more to it, her wife was almost desperately clinging onto her.

"Darling..."

"I love you Miranda."

Andrea had pulled back so she was facing the love of her life. She would often wake before the other woman in the morning and had gotten into the habit of just staring at her trying to memorise every little detail, line and feature of her wife. Miranda never revealed that she had on numerous occasions actually awoken during such moments and chosen to remain still whilst eyes wandered upon her. Now as they stood there in the hospital room it felt like one of those moments, expect this time Andrea wasn't hiding the fact she was trying to take in every part of Miranda.

"I love you too. Darling are you alright? I was told you were brought in after collapsing at the Mirror, I thought you were going to rest and work from home today?"

" I was but then I realised I left some things at the offices and so decided to go in for a little while. I honestly felt fine, it was only after an hour or so the headache started up again and then when I got up to leave I noticed my nose was bleeding and then things kind of just went black. I woke up on the way to the hospital."

"Dr Anderson said you'd been to have a scan? Have you been told anything?"

Upon hearing the question Andy stepped back and resumed her position on the bed, only this time pulling Miranda with her so as they were eventually sat beside one another. The younger woman purposefully curled herself into her wife's side and Miranda automatically wrapped her arm around the woman. It was then that Andy began to weep again.

Miranda turned slightly to see the tears falling down her loves face.

"Andrea….what's wrong?"

She had moved slightly so as to bring her hand up to rest against the side of the brunette face, her thumb slowly caressing the soft skin of her cheek, wiping away the tears that had escaped. The movement stopped however upon hearing the whispered words spoken from her wife.

"I have cancer."