Julia walked into Kit's office.

"Kit, you have a minute for me?"

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Do you remember Sylvia Turner?"

Kit searched her memory then nodded. "Yes. How is she?"

"She's been admitted, the chemo is aggressive, and her body is having a hard time coping."

"It's never easy and she is a very brave young lady."

Julia sat down and Kit eyed her curiously.

"Did you ever miss out on something when you were younger that you've somehow always wondered what it could have been like or regretted it?"

"I think in our life we've always had one or two of those, that we secretly rewrite so it turns out differently than the way it did."

"Exactly. I'd like to run something by you, and I want you to keep an open mind."

Kit leaned back in her chair uncertain of what was to come.

"Should I be worried? You're not leaving Chastain, are you?"

"No and I'm not planning on going anywhere any time soon."

"Oh good. Alright what's on your mind?"

Kit listened as Julia explained everything.

"You want to organize the school's prom here at the hospital?"

"Yes. I know it's a lot to ask, but this may be the only moment of normality in Sylvia's life right now."

"How would you go about planning this?"

"I thought we could combine two of the conferences room, I think it should be sufficient to host the class of seniors. I'm sure they already have a band or DJ lined up and decorations. What the hospital would be doing is just propose a new location."

She saw Kit hesitating.

"It's in the evening, meaning that there will be no visitors walking around the hospital and it's in the administrative part so there would be no impact on the patients staying in the hospital."

"And how are you going to make sure that they won't leave the conference rooms and roam about the hospital?"

"We have security and I'm sure that a few guards would agree to work a bit overtime. There will also be chaperones from the school and I'm even willing to keep an eye."

"So, the two conference rooms, access to the balcony, a few guards and potential chaperones?"

"Yes."

"I like the idea. I don't think I'll have an issue getting the agreement from the board, but it's in a couple of days, you think you can pull it off?"

Julia gave her a side smile. "Are you challenging me?"

Kit smiled in turn. "I'll contact the board and I'll give you the answer tomorrow. If their answer is yes, then I'm leaving everything in your very capable hands."

Julia stood and started to walk out when Kit stopped her.

"You think they'd agree to let part of the staff join their prom? I've never been to one."

"I'll see what I can do, but if you want to have a chance at seeing what it's all about, then you'd better be very convincing to the board."

"Now, you're challenging me."

"Hey, it goes both ways."

Marshall peaked his head inside the lounge and saw Julia. She was sitting in the sofa reading the latest issue of a medical journal. He walked inside and sat down next to her.

"You know, you never cease to amaze me," he said.

She closed the journal and looked at him unsure as to what he was pertaining to.

"A prom for one of our cancer patients. It's an amazing thing to do."

She cocked her head to the side. "Does that mean…?"

"Yes, the board found your initiative unusual but touching and even if I don't see it that way, they see this as something they can mediatize and continue on giving a great image of Chastain."

"Why am I not surprised?" She smiled eagerly. "I can't believe they agreed."

"Well, it wasn't a done deal, but I convinced them in ways that spoke to them."

"Thank you, Marshall for doing that. Even though she may not be able to tell you, I'm sure Sylvia would thank you in person."

Marshall nodded.

"If you need any help finalizing everything, let me know, I've got some resources."

Julia smiled. "Yes, I know. I still need to reach out to the school first and talk with the principal and all that are in charge. I'm not even sure they'd agree."

"I think you won't have a hard time convincing them. Anyway, let me know."

He stood.

"I will. Thanks again Marshall."

She watched as he walked toward the door, turned around and gave her one last smile before disappearing into the hallway.

Conrad walked into the house. As Julia was nowhere to be found, he headed to the bedroom thinking she might be asleep. They both had done the night shift and hers had been more than demanding. Even if she had left the hospital before him, he would have understood if she had dozed off.

As he entered the bedroom quietly not to wake her, he found her in a pair of shorts and tank top amid her computer and a notebook.

"Hey gorgeous."

She looked up and smiled upon seeing him.

"Hey."

He sat down on the bed, kissed her, and looked at her computer.

"What are you working on?"

He could see a list with DJ, flowers, decorations.

"I'm transferring Sylvia's prom to the hospital."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. I got the green light from the board and from the school."

"Whoa, that's awesome. Does Sylvia know?"

"No. And after discussing with her parents and the school, we decided to keep it a surprise."

"And how do you plan on getting her to go?"

"Well, her mom will bring over the dress, Jess and I will help her with her hair and makeup, and her boyfriend Trevor will come up to the room to give her corsage and take her to the prom."

"That's romantic. My prom wasn't that romantic," said Conrad.

"We all need romance and Sylvia needs this win."

"Yes, she does."

Julia looked at him and saw it in his eyes.

"It's not good, is it?"

Conrad shook his head and took Julia's hand in his.

"No. The chemo is not working and even if we get more aggressive with it, we're not sure her body will be able to handle it."

Julia sighed. She was confronted with death daily and even if it took less of a toll on her over the years, it was still something she hated. There was no fairness in it or in life.

Seeing that she wasn't responding he caressed the back of her hand, put his other arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his chest.

"Regardless of how much time she may have, you are going to give her a moment she will never forget. A moment that this cancer could have stolen from her and that you are giving her back. And for that she will be grateful, as well as her family."

"Maybe," said Julia, "but it just doesn't seem like it's enough. I wish I could do more."

"You're doing more than what most people would do."