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Sophie was discharged later that day. She had finished her first round of chemo, and was ready to get home. Cal drove so Keira could cuddle her in the back seat. Sophie was worn out from her hospital stay and the powerful drug, so she slept the entire ride home. He soft snores filling the car. When they pulled up outside the flat, Keira went to wake her up. "Keira, don't bother. I can carry her upstairs." Cal offered. He scooped up Sophie in his arms and she instinctively wrapped her skinny arms around his neck. He carried her up the stairs as if she weighed nothing at all. He took her inside and laid her in his own double bed. He knew she would need to be close to everyone in case she was sick again, as opposed to her own room which was furthest away from the living room. The room was Alos the only one with a TV in, so when Sophie was tucked up in bed she had something to do. She snuggled into the sheets inhaling the familiar scent of his aftershave. Cal hurried around the room placing towels and a bucket next to the bed, pulling the curtains and tucking her in. He fetched a glass of water and left the small lamp on so she could see. Keira watched from the doorway. "Thanks Cal." She said kissing his cheek. "No problem. I'll keep an eye out for her." He said taking his med bag into the kitchen. When they left the hospital, he had been called into Zoe's office. She handed him the med bag. "In here are some antibiotics, anti nausea medications, saline drips, cannulas and some other things that Sophie might need. Cal, I know this is going to be hard on both of you but you and Keira need to put on a united front and it is going to be tough. The chemo will make her ill and her immune system will be practically non-existent." Zoe reminded him.
"Uncle Cal?" Sophie called from the bedroom. Cal ran to her side. "Feel sick!" She gagged. He held her hair back as she heaved into the bucket. He handed her a tissue and the glass of water. "Feel better?" He asked gently. "Not really." She muttered. He fetched a cold compress from the bathroom and placed it over her forehead in a bid to cool down her fever. He fetched her a thin blanket and peeled off the duvet. He pulled the thin blanket up to her shoulder and tucked her in. He kissed her flushed cheek and left her to rest. "Is she ok?" Keira asked through a wave of tears. "She's got a fever, but she's fine." He said enveloping her into a tight hug. "Don't cry, she's still her spitfire self! It's just the chemo. In a couple of days she'll be up and about and driving us all insane!" Cal smiled reassuringly. "I just can't watch this. I've lost Ethan and now I'm losing her too." She mumbled into his shoulder. "You need to tell them!" Cal muttered. "No. I will not take away her childhood!" She retorted. "Then, what? Wait till she's gone?" Cal hissed. "You, pig! I decide how I tell my children, not you." She spat. "Are you going to deprive them of knowing and making the most of their last days together, Keira? Do you honestly think Ethan would want this?" Cal growled. "Ethan wouldn't want his daughter to be dying of cancer!" Keira snarled. "Mum, Sophie's dying?" George whimpered from the doorway. His eyes filled with tears as he scowled in her direction. Keira nodded slightly. "I hate you!" George turned on his heels and ran out of the door. "George!" Keira shouted from the living room as the front door slammed shut. "Caleb! I didn't want him to find out like this!" She sobbed. "Stay here, I'll go and find him." He mumbled shrugging in his coat and grabbing his keys. He jogged out of the flat.