Edie sat in the hard chair next to Kendall. She felt a bit claustrophobic surrounded by the wires and monitors. "This poor thing," Edie thought to herself. Kendall had been hooked up to a telemetry monitor, a fetal monitor wrapped around her belly, an IV going, and an oxygen mask covering half her face. Edie had tried to contact that Greenlee girl, but kept getting a busy signal. She had driven to the hospital and had gotten there just as the ambulance pulled into the bay.

She stood to the side and watched as the nurses removed Kendall's clothing, shocked at how emaciated she was. She had no veins to visible to the nurses who tried to put in an IV to counter the dehydration. She was close enough to watch as a physician took a scalpel to Kendall's leg, open the skin there and a minute later announced that "the cutdown was in place." Her skin appeared to be loose on her belly and the ultrasound tech announced that the fetal heart rate was low and that the amniotic fluid level was low, and there was very little activity. Kendall was very lethargic, and unresponsive to any stimulation.

And here Kendall lay, in the ICU four hours later, with none of her family around. Edie had called Kendall's mother, Erica, only to find that Erica didn't really want to hear anything that Edie had to say once she found out that Zach was her employer. She hung the phone up in her face. Edie didn't know who else to call. She tried finally got the number to the Fusion office and only got an answering machine. Then the nurse reminded her that cell phones were not allowed to be used in the hospital.

Moment by moment, Edie grew angrier and angrier with Zach. He should have been here, if not at the casino, at least with his wife. He didn't leave any way to get in touch with him, or even an address where he can be reached. Edie wanted to give him a piece of her mind. She wanted to beat him within an inch of his life for running away from whatever his problems happened to be at the moment.

Edie sat back in the chair and stared at Kendall. She looked so frail, so different from the woman who was often attached to Zach's arm at any given time of the day. Disregarding anything the nurse said earlier about cell phones, Edie tried calling Greenlee one last time.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Lavery, this is Edie. We spoke earlier in Mr. Slater's office."

"Did you hear from her? From Kendall?"

She told Greenlee about Kendall and told her someone needed to be there with her at the hospital. Greenlee said she would be at the hospital soon, and that she was just in the park a few blocks away.

Greenlee came into the room where Edie was, thanking her for contacting her. She looked over at Kendall and her breath caught in her throat. She whispered that she was sorry, in a weak, quivering voice. She went to the chair that Edie had just got out of and sat down. She looked at Edie and then at Kendall again. "I didn't know," Greenlee whispered.

Edie looked at her and replied, "Didn't know what? That she was as ill as she is? How were you supposed to know?"

Greenlee took a deep breath, looked at Edie, and said, "It's my fault. I'm supposed to be her best friend and I'm supposed to know…" Greenlee took Kendall's stark white hand in hers. It was cold and limp and she started to cry.

Edie touched Greenlee's shoulder and told her everything would be ok. She went around the bed on the other side of Kendall and brushed the hair away from her face. She leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You stay strong, and I'll find that husband of yours. He will come back. Even if I have to drag him by his family jewels, he is coming back, I promise." Edie straightened up and gave Greenlee a card with her contact numbers.

"Where are you going? Do you know where Zach went?"

"Brazil," was all Edie said to her as she walked out of the room.

Greenlee looked around the small room, hating the antiseptic smell and the cold unfeeling atmosphere. This was the last thing in the world she wanted, for her best friend to end up in the hospital with monitors hooked up to her. She looked at Kendall's face and noted how hollow her eyes looked. Her complexion looked sallow and her lips were very dry. Greenlee got up and went to the sink, wetting a clean face towel and then returning to Kendall, she took off the oxygen mask and washed Kendall's face. The skin seemed so loose, not tight like it was two weeks ago when Kendall finally let her experiment with makeup on her. Greenlee opened her purse and pulled out a tube of aloe lip balm put some on Kendall's lips.

Just then, the nurse came in and smiled at Greenlee. "You can put lotion on her, too, if you'd like," she told her. Greenlee looked at the nurse curiously. "It will help to relax her, and she does need her skin moisturized. Try the lotion on the table there." The nurse said as she checked the monitors, replaced the oxygen mask with a nasal cannula, and then took the printout paper from the fetal monitor. She looked at Greenlee and then said to her "She's doing better now, really. We thought we would have to do a caesarian, but she is better now. She's getting better," the nurse said to Greenlee before she walked out.

Greenlee looked on the table next to the bed and picked up the lotion sitting on it. It was plain old Lubriderm. Greenlee put some in her hands and started rubbing it on Kendall's arms. She regarded the bruises on Kendall's arms and hands and summed it up to the attempts at placing an IV. She worked the lotion in real good before she went to the other side of the bed. She liked that as she rubbed Kendall's arms, they pinkened up. She put more lotion in her hands and decided to lotion Kendall's legs. She pulled the sheets away from Kendall and stopped. Her legs were bruised, angry black and blue splotches on the once flawless skin of her legs. She slowly rubbed the lotion on Kendall's thin legs, being careful not to dislodge the strange looking tube in her leg. She pulled Kendall's gown to the side and touched her belly. It seemed smaller than it was the last time she had seen Kendall. It actually felt gross to her; she just could make out where the baby was underneath Kendall's skin. And if this was better, she hated to know what made the doctors even opt for a caesarian.

Greenlee replaced the gown and the sheets and put a small bit of lotion on Kendall's face gently rubbing it in. She touched her forehead to Kendall's and whispered that she was sorry again. She whispered that she was a terrible friend to her, and wouldn't blame her if she never spoke to her again. Greenlee just wanted Kendall to get better.

She laid her head on her friend's chest and started to cry. She felt so ashamed of the trouble she started. She promised that she would make everything right again.