Abby's Point of View

Neela hung her head as if she was avoiding the

question at hand. I cocked my head to the side and

took her hand, hopefully comforting her.

"Neela, you know you can tell me. I mean, we're

friends." I knew she was reluctant, but she took one

deep breath and looked at me, tears welling up.

"I have Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrom."

My eyes widened with the new knowledge.

"You mean...WPW?" She nodded.

I whispered under my breath.

"Arrhythmia...Neela...how often do you..."

She didn't answer.