The next morning Bianca and Marissa made their way into the Hospital, and were greeted by Maggie, who led them staight away to a cubical.

"You have all my attention this morning." said Maggie with a grin as Bianca took a seat on the treatment bed.

"Did you speak to David?" Marissa asked, too desperate to wait for the formalities. If the medication was affecting Bianca she wanted it sorted right away.

"I did." said Maggie, taking a seat on a stool by the bed. "We had a long conversation last night. I talked about you symptoms… and he sent copies of your medical records…"

"…and…" asked Bianca.

"… and I need to ask you a few more questions." said Maggie, picking up a clipboard from the nearby medical trolley. "Firstly I need to check that you are continuing your physio-exercises?"

"With persuasion." said Marissa giving Bianca wide grin.

Bianca laughed off the tease.

"I do the full routine every morning… I am getting stronger, certainly on my upper body.

"Good… good." said Maggie. "Have you noticed any physical deterioration?"

"No… no…" said Bianca, she looked to Marissa for confirmation. "Considering how physical our time at Disneyland was I think I'm in excellent shape."

"There is a bruise on her calf," said Marissa. "It could be a muscle strain or a knock… but other than that she's doing great."

"Can I have a look?" Maggie asked.

"Okay." said Bianca.

Maggie helped her remove the medical boot that the nurse had given her to protect her toe, and examined the bruise on her calf.

"It hasn't gotten any larger." said Marissa, leaning over to see what Maggie was doing.

"It looks like a small muscle strain, but I don't think is anything to be concerned about."

While she was examining her leg she began a full exam to check her movement.

"You had a problem with ankle movement according to your medical notes." she said manipulating her ankle, "But it seems to be loosening up… Okay you have passed David's tests..."

"So what is the prize?" asked Bianca, giving Maggie a grin.

"I have permission to take you off of the Rimerol and replace it with Dimenterol." said Maggie, sitting back on the stool and plucking a bottle of pills from her top pocket. "It's a milder dosage but will have the same medical effect… to help your muscle development." She looked down at her notes. "You were on it before the first time you were out of hospital and you didn't register any side effects so if the Rimerol were causing your depression you should be feeling more yourself in a few days."

"A few days," echoed Bianca. "And what about my foot?" she asked.

"Let's look at that shall we." said Maggie, getting some scissors from the treatment tray and cutting free the large bandage on her toe. The gauze stuck slightly to the wound, but Maggie seemed to be happy with the way it was healing.

"I think if you stay off this foot for a few days… again… it should be fine."

"'Back-on-my-crutches' fine?" Bianca asked.

"Maybe." said Maggie as she set to work redressing Bianca's toe with clean bandages.

"I guess we spend two more days in our hotel room." said Marissa, giving Bianca a wide grin.

Bianca's face fell.

"No you need to get out and see the city! I don't want to hold you back! You said you always wanted to come to Paris!" Then a brainwave hit her. "Maybe Maggie could show you the sights?"

Maggie looked up from her bandaging.

"No!" exclaimed Marissa quickly. "No offense Maggie… it's just, Bianca, I came to Paris to be with you. I can do the whole tourist thing when the kids come up on Saturday, I'm sure Miranda and Gabby would love to be my tour guide"

"The kids are coming up?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, they are leaving Disneyland a day early so we can at least be together on the last day before the flight home."

"Do you want to come?" Bianca asked suddenly. "I mean, I'm sure you'd like to see Miranda and Gabby and see how much they've grown."

"You want me to come?" Maggie asked, honoured by the suggestion.

"Of course… If this drug side effect is what is making me crazy I owe you so much!"

"Well I would love to see the girls," said Maggie with a smile, "If I'm not imposing."

Bianca shared a look with Marissa.

"Why would it be an imposition?" said Marissa, following Bianca's lead. "I say the more the merrier."

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