Abby's Point of View

I held on to her. So that's what it was. The anticipation, the feeling

of listlessness. It wasn't because I was in love...it

was a damned heart problem. From what? I don't

recall anyone in my family having heart problems.

Then again, I could care less about my family. Suddenly I couldn't take it...I needed answers. Neela would know.

"Neela...what was it? A heart attack? A murmur?

Arrythmia?" I felt shaky and weak, like a baby.

Tears were welling up in my eyes, wanting answers,

needing to know. Was I alright?

"Ssh. It's ok, Abby. I'm here. They aren't sure

quite yet. There's a few tests that still need to be

run". Her voice was soothing, her accent calming.

She was almost like family, the only one who probably

really even cared if I lived or died. A true friend.

"Neela...don't leave me. Please?" I felt myself

whimper. It meant the world to me that she even

helped me. Everyone else views me as the "ER slut".

Even John, despite how much he cared for me, would

tear himself away from Kem to be there.

She smiled at me with a sympathetic look in her deep

eyes.
"Of course I'll stay."

Neela's Point of View

She looked up to me with eyes so soft. Her eyes looked like a childs.
"It's okay Abby." I said again. I couldn't stop thinking of my own problem.
"Neela....I don't want to butt into your personal business but...." I looked down. I knew what was coming next.
"You have a heart problem?" She asked me.