The phone was dropped on the other end. She could hear code blue being yelled in the background. No matter what she felt about her, be it pity or hatred, no one should die alone. She kept on the line and used her cell to call Benny, he needed to find her, and bring the rest of his old friends with him.
They had been looking for her for a long time. At first she thought it was love that she saw in her husband's eyes when he talked about her. But it wasn't, he cared for her deeply, but not in that sense. Her friends told her that he was seeing another woman, and he was, but she knew who. She also knew the girl's boyfriend. Her friends told her to hate the girl, but she couldn't, she couldn't hate a teenage dancer who was dieing.
The other line hung up, who ever it was had left, leaving a nurse probably to pick up after him.
She had a lot of plans for the day, and she wouldn't wait around for another phone call from the hospital. So, she grabbed her Gucci and went to her hair appointment, to listen to her friends tell her to hate the poor bohemians.