"Good things come in small packages." Proverb

Myka held onto to Helena and could feel the tremble. "I'm sure Gloria will make sure she's in the best hands," she said, trying to comfort Helena.

"I forgot … that she had this before," she said, worried. "I told them, but I didn't tell them I…"

"Saved her?" Myka said because Helena had kept a vile of stem cells that she manufactured to be used in case of emergencies.

It should have been a quiet moment, where Helena could regain her grounding in Myka's embrace; the only thing that could steady her. But the high pitched scream that was coming from down the hall was all too familiar to them.

"Is that… Cate?" Myka said to Helena to see if she agreed.

Bridget had every intention of keeping the child occupied at the townhouse until her parents returned. But Cate had other ideas. Bridget could not give her the satisfactory confirmation that Irene was okay, so she took matters into her own hands. She pulled Bridget to the door and announced they were going to see her grandmother. Bridget made the mortal mistake of acting – well, like an adult.

"No, sweetie," she tried to explain as she got down on her knees to face her charge. "We'll wait here, ok?"

It wasn't okay and while Cate usually responded to adults by listening to their nonsense, today she had no time.

"I want to go," Cate explained and Bridget commented that she swore she said that with a tiny British accent.

Cate sighed and decided to do the only thing adults tended to listen to. She drew the deepest breath she could, opened her cherry lipped mouth and screamed. And screamed. And screamed.

Bridget knew the child was upset and did her best to console her, but she knew when she was beat. Cate wasn't crying. In fact, she looked straight into Bridget's eyes every time she started to scream again. It was as if she was asking – 'Are you getting this YET?'

Now, Cate pulled her Aunt's hand triumphantly into the hospital emergency room. When someone had the nerve to suggest Cate couldn't go back to the waiting area, she simply bellowed loudly.

Myka and Helena rushed to them. "I'm sorry, Myka, she wouldn't …. She's been doing that…. She insisted," Bridget said, exasperated.

"Darling," Helena said, bending down and pushing Cate's jostled curls away from her face. "Grandma is … okay." There was a two second delay and Cate caught it.

"I want to see her," Cate announced unfazed.

"Honey, the doctor is with her and they're giving Grandma special medicine. As soon as they say we can go in, we'll bring you in," Myka said, knowing they'd have to restrain Helena if someone said no.

The adults watched as Cate's green eyes reflected her consideration of that condition. "We'll wait right there!" she said and marched her little self over to the chairs outside the room.

Myka went to her as Helena stood erect. "You were supposed to keep her at the house," she felt it necessary to point out to Bridget.

"Yeah, well, she… makes you look tame, okay? She's … very bossy," Bridget failed in her attempt to explain. And when Helena cast a doubting glance that any of those excuses were good enough, Bridget added: "She's half you, you know." And with that, she walked over to the more understanding of her two friends.

"The worst babysitter ever," Helena whispered to Myka as she sat down.

Cate's commotion was quickly followed by a second round of ruckus coming into the waiting area.

"Sir, we can't have a crowd…," the nurse tried to explain.

"It's Mrs. F, lady, and if she ain't okay; we ain't okay," Pete said and Pete Jr. folded his arms and nodded in agreement.

Thankfully, his wife's flash of the detective's gold shield badge told the hospital worker that at the very least, she'd have police there quickly if they needed them.

"You'll keep them quiet?" the nurse asked Jane seriously.

"I'm not actually allowed to touch any of them, but I'll do what I can," Jane promised. It was of little consolation to the nurse.

Pete was frantically asking Myka and Helena for the update when two more bodies rushed down the hallway yelling.

"Do you people ever do anything quietly?" Jane asked, smiling again at the nurse who shot her a stern look that she was failing at containing this crowd.

"HG! What… what is it?" Claudia asked, out of breath. "Did you… you know…?" she asked, making a stabbing motion with her hands.

"You think she stabbed her?" Bridget asked aghast.

"No, no," Eileen explained. "Helena… sort of saved Irene once before."

"Ooohh," Bridget said, wondering if she had blocked that whole story or had someone wiped her memory clean with an invention of theirs.

"I don't believe it's the same thing, but we'll know more when they do the tests," Helena said and it reminded her she hadn't heard anything.

Claudia cleared her throat, hinting for her wife to present what she brought.

"Oh," Eileen said and presented Helena with the thermos of tea she had made before rushing over.

In spite of everyone else's efforts, it was still only Eileen Sullivan-Donovan who could brew the perfect cup of tea.

"Thank you, dear," Helena said, grateful to have it.

"Bridge!" someone called out to Myka's friend and everyone's head turned. Coming down the same corridor everyone else had rushed was the tiniest white coat and plastic doctor's bag; worn and carried by her daughter, Shannon. "I'm so sorry, but she absolutely insisted that Cate was here and she wanted…," Sarah tried to explain.

"They've absolutely no discipline…," the most undisciplined woman complained.

Myka smiled at that irony and clasped Helena's free hand.

Gloria came out and stopped short when she saw the large crowd that now overflowed the small area. "Oh, Lord," was all she could say because she knew what trouble this lot of friends could be. She shook her head as she figured out what happened. "The last thing Irene needs is an audience the size of the Pope's," the nurse said, comparing them to the throngs of worshipers.

"Oh, my God!" Pete said, clutching his heart and turning to his wife, Jane. "They're getting the Pope. This must be bad. This must be really bad!"

"She's not even… no, Pete, I think..," Jane was trying to decipher.

"Give it to us straight, doc. I mean, nurse. I mean, Gloria. We can take it," Pete said, puffing out his chest, preparing himself for bad news.

"O..kay," Gloria said and waited to make sure Jane was near him. "Irene is…," and she started to say resting, but the man had been holding his breath for so long, he passed right out.

Jane tried to hold him up, but he went down like a ton of bricks. People screamed, Gloria was next to him and yelled for help. The adults all crowded around him… which left the calmest three people to watch the adult drama play out.

"Ready?" Cate said to Pete Jr. and Shannon.

"Got everything right here!" Shannon said, tapping her doctor's bag.

"I'm not so sure," Pete Jr. was saying because his father was flat out on the floor.

"Your mommy is with him," Cate said, taking him by the hand.

"Lack of air to his brain. He'll be fine," the future doctor assured him. "Happens to my mommy sometimes," she shared and then thought about it. "But with her, there's a lot of screaming like she's really excited first."

Not quite the same thing, Shannon.

Pete Jr. pushed the door open to the room where Irene Frederic lay on a hospital bed. Machines beeped and plastic tubes draped her bed, connecting her to monitors. She lay motionless.

"Is… she… dead?" Pete Jr. asked and froze in place.

Cate and Shannon pulled the chair to the side of the bed. Cate helped her friend get up on the chair and lean over, stethoscope in hand. She leaned as far as she could and put the end of it on Irene's chest.

"SHE'S NOT DEAD!" Shannon announced and Pete Jr. almost joined his father on the floor.

"Not dead is good," Pete Jr. said to reassure himself.

"She can't be dead!" Cate assured her friends, thinking they were wasting time. "Help me up, I need to talk to her," she said and Shannon climbed down.

"I need to get up next to her," Cate said and Pete looked around and figured out the best way.

"Come on, Yady," he said and bent down on all fours, offering his back as a step stool.

As Cate accepted her friend's kind gesture, Shannon held her hand to steady her. She climbed on top of the end of the bed and slowly made her way up to her Grandmother.

Pete Jr. and Shannon walked alongside the bed as Cate crawled through wires and connections. Once she was close enough, she shimmied her way close and sat with her legs crossed.

"Grandma," Cate said in a soft voice. "It's me, Cate."

"And us, too," Pete Jr. whispered loudly from practically below the bedside.

"Pete and Shannon are here, too, Grandma," Cate said, giving her friends their due.

There was no response.

"Grandma!" Cate said softly, but a little more sternly, "… I need you to listen, okay?" she asked, her hands now placed on Irene's cool cheeks. "The lady is going to come to you and make everything better."