Kayo had flown them here and now she sat in the hall with Alan and Gordon in the horrible silence that said so much more then words ever could.

When they'd arrived Grandma had been swept away by the doctors in a flurry of words and worry, while her and Gordon where led to Alan. She had never seen him looking so young before.

The two sat huddled, Gordon holding on to his brother talking to him in hushed tones while Alan stared ahead with tear fogged vision, leaving kayo with but her own thoughts and worries. She had asked the passing doctors and nurses for updates, but they didn't know, or brushed her off informing her she wasn't family so they couldn't tell her.

It was a harsh reminder of a fact she had long hoped no longer mattered, she wasn't family. The people she had grown up with and learnt with, had shed blood and tears with weren't family and never would be, no matter what. If they died and there was no one to tell her she would never know, she would be left in the dark because she has no right to know in the eyes of the world.

So she is sitting here, listening to Gordon talk to his sibling. His actual sibling while she is crushed by worry and the knowledge that in the long run, she doesn't much matter when blood comes into play.