A/N: Mrgh, my patient died on Wednesday.

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'Where is he?' asked a panicked Lisa as a very soaked Augustine stepped back into the house, hissing in pain as she put weight on her ankle, which she'd wrapped in a ripped piece of her scrubs.

Without answering, she hobbled over to the living room, falling back into a chair before looking over at Melissa, who was blinking slowly as she lay back on the couch. Her arm was just resting on her chest, and considering how tender it looked and the bruising around her forearm, Augustine could only assume that Jackson had managed to injure one of the bones in Melissa's arm.

'Augustine,' Lisa muttered, walking over quietly to get on her knees in front of the nurse. 'Where is my husband?'

'He got away,' she said simply in a tiny voice. 'I almost caught him, but... I slipped.'

Lisa sank completely to the floor, leaning back on her hands. 'When will he come back?'

Carefully, Augustine slipped off of the chair and reached out to put a hand on Lisa's thigh. 'You need to be calm, all right?'

Immediately, Lisa started sobbing, prompting Augustine to help her lie back and start fanning her face. Lisa began breathing quickly, her eyes rolling about.

'My God, where did you get your LPN? A correspondence course?' murmured Melissa from the couch, and Augustine gave her a fleeting dirty look.

'Lisa,' Augustine said, a psych-nurse smile pasted on her face. 'Lisa, I need you to look at me.'

Melissa tipped her head, looking at them before standing shakily and walking to the kitchen. As Augustine tried to keep Lisa focused, Melissa used her good arm to pick up a bottle of ammonia from under the sink, set it on the counter then dip the corner of a dishcloth in the liquid. She walked back to the living room, catching the sight of Hediyeh and Jonathan sitting at the top of the stairs, before going to Lisa and Augustine and breezing the cloth under Lisa's nose. In an instant, Lisa's eyes refocused and she started breathing more slowly, backing as far away from the ammonia as possible.

'Good,' Augustine said softly, holding the sides of Lisa's face. 'Cough for me.'

Lisa coughed, blinking slowly before closing her eyes.

'None of that,' said the nurse, tipping back her head. 'Open your eyes, keep looking at me.'

Settled down beside her, Melissa reached out again and ran the cloth under Lisa's nose. She coughed again.

'Hediyeh Mahdis Rippner!' Melissa yelled. 'Come down here and get a glass of orange juice and a straw for your mom.'

Hediyeh slipped down the stairs, followed by Jonathan, who went over to his mother and sat beside her head, rubbing her hair back from her face as he looked at her moderately calmly. Lisa breathed slowly as Augustine squeezed her hand reassuringly. After a few moments, Hediyeh walked over with a glass of juice, popping a straw into it as she sat down next to Melissa.

'I'm gonna help you up now, okay?' said Augustine with a tranquil tone, putting an arm under Lisa's shoulders before raising her up slowly. 'Go ahead and drink some juice.'

Hediyeh held out the glass expectantly, steadying the straw as her mother began sipping at it. They all sat in silence, watching Lisa as she drank, Jonathan pressing his face between Lisa's forearm and Augustine's upper arm with his eyes shut. Twisting around a bit, Augustine took her free hand and reached in to poke Jonathan's nose.

'Hey buddy,' she said, looking him in the eyes when he slipped out to look at her. 'Can you go get a sheet and a towel for me from the laundry room?'

Without a question, Jonathan got up and ran to the stairs, going up them fast enough that his hands were on the stairs as he made his way up. There was the thumping of his feet and he ran to the laundry room near his bedroom, opening the dryer and pulling out a sheet. A moment later, he appeared at the top of the stairs and walked down carefully one step at a time, the sheet mostly in a ball piled on his shoulder.

'Can you sit up on your own now?' Augustine asked Lisa, waiting until she nodded to slowly take her arm off of Lisa's back.

Taking the sheet from Jonathan, Augustine carefully folded it into a thick triangle. Setting it on the coffee table, she gingerly took Melissa's arm and wrapped the towel around it like batting. Moving behind her, she picked up the sheet and wove it around from the back of her neck to under her right arm. Wrapping it up around her injured arm, she tied it up around Melissa's collarbone before tucking the extra under the other woman's elbow.

'I think it's just a fracture,' Augustine assured her before turning back to Lisa. 'Feeling better now?'

Lisa nodded and Hediyeh pulled the juice cup to her chest, looking worriedly at her mother. 'Mommy, do you want to go up and lie down in bed?'

'At least lie down on the couch, Lisa,' Melissa said, offering the hand of her good arm to the other woman. 'Come on.'

Augustine and Melissa helped her up, walking her over to the couch and letting her lie down. Jonathan walked over to one of the chairs and picked up a pillow, putting it under his mother's head and going back to rubbing her hair, bending down to kiss her lightly on the forehead. Sitting on the edge of the coffee table, Augustine reached out and rubbed Lisa's stomach carefully.

'Would you like for us to discuss this in here, or should Melissa and I go to the office?'

'I have to find out some time,' Lisa replied, her colouring having noticeably returned to her cheeks.

'There is a very good chance that your husband just suffered a serious mental lapse,' said Augustine as diplomatically as possible. 'I've only seen one patient with this, but I've read a few case studies of people with his disease that have experienced this same lapse.'

'He's had one before,' said Melissa, settling on the arm of the couch.

'Really,' Augustine said, tipping her head to look at Melissa. 'When?'

'When he was ten.'

'Oh, when he...' replied Augustine, drifting off.

Lisa was suddenly very alert. 'Wait, how did you know—'

Melissa shifted, suddenly avoiding Lisa's accusative glare. She put her lips against the palm of her left hand with her fingers resting on the cheekbone, her eyes cutting over to Augustine as the younger woman just smiled uncomfortably.

'I...' she murmured, looking between Melissa and Lisa until Melissa shrugged and sighed.

Slipping over to sit on the edge of the couch next to Lisa, Augustine rested her hand on Lisa's stomach protectively as she looked Lisa straight in the eyes.

'I already knew Melissa because she worked with my parents,' Augustine said slowly. 'And I think you knew my parents.'

'What?' Lisa asked, pressing against Jonathan's little hand. 'Who?'

'Well, I...' Augustine started, suddenly flustered. 'You didn't know my parents when they were married; in fact, you probably didn't even know that they were married at one time. Your husband knows, and he knows who my parents are, but—'

'God, Augustine,' Melissa said, exasperated. 'Do I have to tell her?'

'No!' she said, squeezing her lips together. 'I can do it myself.'

A long silence passed during which Augustine popped her jaw back and forth before Melissa reached out with her foot and poked the younger woman.

'All right!' Augustine squealed. 'The reason why Jackson didn't want me around, the reason why he fired me was not because I overheard that phone call—it was because he got my birth certificate from a woman in Geneva, and of course my birth certificate has my parents on it.'

'Why would he fire you because of your parents?' Lisa asked with an uncomfortable smile as Hediyeh came around and laid her head on Augustine's leg.

'Because he knew my parents too well and was afraid I'd end up being like they ended up being when he knew them,' Augustine said with her eyebrows raised worriedly. 'The name I use is the one given to me by my adoptive parents; I was born Zoë Greene. My mother was Dr Elisabeth Millwood, and my father was Dr Philip Greene.'