A/N: I'd explain my inspiration, but I'm sure you guys can figure it out. -winks-
This is what happens after Pixie sticks and Dr. Pepper.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Missy Arbour.
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She sat there, enveloped in her best friend's arms as she sobbed uncontrollably, her face buried in the older woman's neck. It had been a while since she'd broken down like this. Even when the very first bruises showed up and wouldn't fade away, and the doctors told her that something wasn't quite right.
"Ms Jameson?"
The brunette looked up from the examination table, not releasing either of her friends' hands. She was scared to death of what the doctors would say about the bruise on her hip that had been there for a good three weeks without any sign of fading.
"Yes?" she managed to get out, her heart racing faster and a lump forming in her throat.
The doctor gave her a soft smile. "I'm afraid that the tests showed abnormalities in your red and white blood count. But there's treatment for it, and six out of ten times, it doesn't come back."
"Treatment? For what exactly?" The older blonde on the right asked, giving her friend's hand a squeeze.
The doctor gave a sigh, his smile fading as he removed his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose before replacing his glasses. "Ms Jameson, I'm afraid that you have AML, or acute myeloid leukemia..."
Chemotherapy had begun almost immediately, and it was why she now sat in her best friend's room, in her arms and crying into the woman's neck.
Because clenched in her fists were several clumps of her brown hair that had been laying there on her pillow when she woke up.
"Shh, Kayl, shh. It's only hair." Missy whispered soothingly, rubbing her friend's back. "It'll grow back."
Kaylah lifted her head, her eyes red and her face blotchy. "B-b-but..."
The blonde shook her head, gently giving Kaylah's forehead a peck. "No 'buts' Kayl. You'll still be as gorgeous as ever without it."
She wiped at her eyes, trying to contain herself. "What if he doesn't think so?"
"Then I'll get the Divas to give him a little... operation." The look in Missy's eyes made Kaylah laugh, knowing that the blonde was perfectly sincere in what she had said.
"Thanks bella."
"Anytime, Kaylah-bean. Anytime."
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"How's she holding up?"
"Well enough, I suppose." Missy sighed from her end of the phone. "She's freaking out a bit over the hair loss."
"She's losing her hair?"
"Alright, see, that's the tone that she really does not need to hear from you."
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean it like th-"
"Then how did you mean it? You knew that this was going to be a side effect from the chemo, so don't start acting like it's some big unexpected shocker."
"You're right, I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting this so soon, I guess."
Again, there was another sigh from Missy. "She's really hurt about it too. She wouldn't stop whimpering as I removed the rest of it."
"So she's...?"
"Yeah. But she's still as lovely as ever."
"We're gonna be up there on the thirteenth. Do you think I'd be able to see her?"
"I think she'd love that..."
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This is gonna get me killed... -hides behind hands- Two-shot.
The second part should be up before I go to bed at six-thirty. Otherwise, late tomorrow afternoon.