Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything. But I'm still waiting. I'm through with doubt. There's nothing left for me to figure out. I've paid a price. And I'll keep paying - 'Not Ready To Make Nice' by Dixie Chicks.

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"Miss Swinden? Are you positive you feel up to driving? I could call an escort vehicle, and they could-"

"No, no! I'll be alright." A smile graced her lips and eyes, as she shut the door of her old, cherry red, 1989 jeep wrangler. Out of her side, left, mirror, she could see Dr. Knowles and her MD, Dr. Filix Vran, a kind, older, doctor with a Russian accent.

Smiling at their concern, she adjusted her rearview mirror, briefly brushing a strand of her blach hair out of her hazel eyes. Starting up the old jeep, she waved goodbye to the two medical personel, before pulling out of her parking spot and out of the hospital parking lot, onto the main street of Charming, her loving hometown.

Letting the wind blow through her hair, she turned on her newly installed CD player, before cranking up the sound, so her Dixie Chick CD could be heard over the wind. Humming along softly to her favorite song on the CD, she almost didn't hear the familiar, Charming familiar sound, of a Motorcycle approaching beside her.

"I thought I told ya ta wait fer me at the Hospital, Hazel?!" She jumped in her seat, and nearly swerved to the right, before calming herself. "Chibs!" She exclaimed, as they came to a stop light. She turned to give him a glare, and get onto him for scaring her like he had, but stopped when she saw the worried look he was wearing behind his shades.

He was always like this. For last two years that she had known him, Hazel had never meet a man so stubborn, or worry filled, as Chibs Telford, her lover and friend. Ever since she had told him of her being diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma, something she had been dealing with since she was twenty-seven, he felt he had to always be with her.

Sighing, Hazel gave him a soft, warm, smile. "Irish, I love you. But you need to learn to let me do things on my own." She saw the light turn green out of the corner of her eye. Chibs gripped his handlebars tightly, as Hazel reached out of her jeep, and placed a hand on his right shoulder.

He reached up and gripped her hand affectionately, before bringing it to his lips, and planting a kiss on her soft knuckles, before letting her hand pull back into the jeep. "You comin' to Gemma's shindig tanight?" He asked, the two of them ignoring the build up of vehicles behind them.

Hazel sighed. "If the Queen beckons, then I must bow and come like a good little servent!" Chibs chuckled, before flipping off an older male that was honking at him to go, seeing as the light had gone to red and back to green during their chat.

Hazel giggled, before waving him forward. "Go on, Irish! I'll see you tonight, OK?" Chibs gave her his famous smile, before shooting forward as the light was turning yellow. Hazel followed his example, and turned left on yellow, just getting to the other lane as the light turned red.

Chuckling at how childish they could be, Hazel leaned against the side of her jeep, as she made her way home, her fingers messing with the three of her diamond earrings in her left ear. She clicked her tongue ring against the back of her teeth, as she pulled into her driveway, smiling as she waved to the kids riding their bikes past her house.

'The possibility of a relapse is great, Miss Miss Swinden.' Her smile faltered, as Dr. Vran's words to her echoed in her mind. 'The possibility of living past this year... Are highly slim.' Clutching her purse close to her, Hazel let out a shaky breath, as she walked to her door.

'Are you going to tell Chibs?'Tara Knowles voice rang even louder through her skull, as she stuck the key in her door and opened it. Stepping inside, and shutting the door, Hazel whipped away the tears that threatend to fall from her eyes.

"No," She silently whispered. As if to answer the good doctors question. "No. No, not yet. Not tonight." She wouldn't tell him yet. He was worried enough. She wouldn't upset him. She would wait. She would wait, and keep him happy.

Glancing over at the clock, she softly cursed, before running to her room to grab some new clothes. If she was late to help Gemma prepare, she'd never hear the end of it from the Queen or Clay and Chibs! And she was sure it would put Chibs in a bigger state of worry, because she was late. Honsetly, he could be so cute and over protective of her.

Forgetting her sadness, shoving it in the back of her mind, Hazel grabbed a towel from the hallway closet to her room, before rushing to grab a good outfit for tonight out of her closet.

Tada! First one goes to BlueEyedAuthor and their character, Hazel Swinden, who I hope I gave justice to. I was sad when I read about the character being diagnosed with Hodgkins, something that my friend just lost their Grandpa to.

I wanted to kind of focus on that and how it affects Hazel's view on her relationship with Chibs, yet present it in a short, but understandable, kind of way.

So! Enjoy! And I cant wait to work on the next character on my list!