I don't own SIU

I don't own House


"Cece," Georgia said, "Honey can you come here for a minute"

"Sure mom," Cece said coming into the other room, "What's up?"

"Sweetheart there's no easy way to tell you this. Sit down."

"Uh-oh," Cece said, "This can't be good."

"Honey I just got a call from Rocky's mom," Georgia said, "It's about Rocky. Honey do you know how Rocky's been getting all those headaches and everything?"

"Yeah sure," Cece said, "Probably stress. She is always worried about school and this and that and-"

"It's not stress," Georgia said, "And it's not bad eyesight either. Cece, Rocky has a brain tumor. The doctors just diagnosed it."

Cece sat there motionless. She couldn't form any words.

"There's more," Georgia said putting a hand on Cece's shoulder gently, "It's terminal. The doctors don't think Cece's going to make it to her birthday."