"Okay, so what the hell was that with you and Marissa!" demanded Kendall the second they stepped into the house.

"What do you mean?" asked Bianca.

"I mean you and Marissa, alone for the first time in however long? And you spend the whole time looking petrified. It was your moment to tell her who you are and how you feel!"

Bianca avoided her sister's gaze.

"I can't." she said quietly. "I can't risk it."

"What risk. If she doesn't remember, tell her, tell her how much you love her."

Bianca looked close to tears.

"I can't."

"Fine." said Kendall, not wanting to push her sister now she looked so fragile. "If you don't feel it's time to tell her what you mean to each other, then don't. But you could at least talk to her properly. It's not like she's going to explode."

Bianca's face went white at that comment.

"Just be her friend," continued Kendall, confused by her sister's reluctance, "Just warn her about JR. Maybe she'll listen to you - she not listening to Krystal."

"But what if it happens again?" said Bianca quietly

"What if what happens?"

"What if I say something, or do something that makes her remember?"

"Why would that be a bad thing?" asked Kendall, thoroughly confused by the terror in Bianca's eyes.

"You weren't here. When she had that fit. When she was convulsing on the ground I couldn't help her…"

"You were paralysed."

"But I almost killed her. I can't bear the thought that I… I could have killed her."

"She had a brain bleed." said Kendall.

"Yes because I made her remember."

"It doesn't work like that!" insisted Kendall.

"You weren't there," sobbed Bianca, her voice now almost a whisper, "I know what I saw… She took my hand and in that moment I felt it, the connection we had always had. She knew me and I couldn't let it go without letting her know how much we loved each other. I asked her if she remembered holding my hand and for a second, just a fleeting second it was there. I saw in it in her eyes; a spark. She remembered me and then… and then…" tears poured down her cheeks as she tried to finish her story "… and then she almost died… I almost killed her!"

"Bianca, you can't blame yourself for that!" gasped Kendall, how long has Bianca been nursing this misapprehension – months.

Kendall pulled Bianca into a hug. Horrified by how heartbroken her sister was. She soothed her hair and whispered reassurances? How had she not seen this? Why had Bianca chosen to hide all this guilt and sorrow from her? Kendall's head was in a spin as she tried to decide what to say to her sister; how she could help her.

"You know you're wrong about this and I plan to prove it." said Kendall, after a moment, "You've always been a martyr to a broken heart… always waiting for the next bad thing to happen so much so that sometimes you miss the good thing that's starring you straight in the face."

"Kendall!" protested Bianca, pulling away from her.

"Nope." said Kendall. "You need to listen to your big sister for once. You've been breaking your heart over this for how long…? But you've missed the important part. That Marissa remembered you!"

Bianca's eyes grew wide as saucers at her sister's words.

"Come here you idiot." said Kendall pulling her back into a hug.

"What are we going to do with you hmmm." she said, running a soothing hand up and down her sister's back. "You can't keep doing this to yourself…"

Slowly a plan began to form in Kendall's mind. She was going to find a way to help her sister whether she wanted her to or not…

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