[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Tas[/color][color=117722]Lin[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/OKydRMuKCEgEM/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Best Exotic Hotel: Tasha's Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Each Other[/center][hr][hr] 

	Lincoln had sat in silence as Tasha helped Murphy, not wanting to say anything to aggravate the matter any further. He'd already done enough with his fight with Murphy in the courtyard. He silently watched as she shoved her things away and then swallowed the lump that had been threatening to close over his throat throughout the whole exchange. [color=117722]"Do you need any help cleaning up?"[/color] It was a weird question, stupid really, but it was all he could think to say considering she still hadn't responded since he had completely and utterly exposed himself to her in every way imaginable (except the dirty way because this is not the time nor place).

	Tasha shook her head quietly as she finished putting up her medical supplies, she would need to restock at work tomorrow with all the patching she had had to do on herself, the child, Lincoln, and Murphy over the last twenty-four hours. Sighing she stood up and pushed her bangs out of her face before looking back over at Lincoln and sighing inwardly. She knew he was waiting for an answer but she wasn't sure how to put it. She had never expected him to come back into her life, especially not now when she thought she had finally placed that part of her life behind her; how wrong she was. 

	Stepping over to him she knelt in front of him and rested her hands on his knees. Looking up at him, it was obvious whatever she was about to see was not easy for her. Her eyes were flickering and there was a tremble resonating from her fingers. [color=a187be]"You don't know what you are asking from me or of yourself. I... I can't ask that of you and if you knew why you would understand. It isn't something I could ask of you as a husband,"[/color] she said as she looked away from those eyes of his that threatened to break through every last defense she had. [color=a187be]"And certainly not of a friend..."[/color] she croaked out as she closed her eyes and swallowed the frog in her throat. 

	[color=a187be]"We ended for a reason."[/color] His face crumpled and he turned away from her. He knew this was a possibility and despite building himself up to expect it, he still couldn't fully believe it. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, not again, not now. She knew why they had split up but she never truly told him why, not even that night so long ago....

[center][h1]The Day It Ended...[/h1]
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	Tasha stepped out of the cab she had called and told the driver to wait for her no matter how long it took. Turning she looked up at Lincoln's apartment building and swallowed the dried and pained lump in her throat. She knew this wasn't going to be easy but she felt in her heart it was the best thing for him. She couldn't put him through what she knew was coming and she refused to watch it tear him apart. Like with all things in her life she felt it was better to just rip the bandage off instead of picking it. It would be better this way, better in the long run. It would hurt but it was better to hurt for a short time than the rest of ones life. 

	Taking a deep breath she sent him a text from her phone as she walked up to the apartment as the thunder crackled off in the distance and the rain began to fall. [color=a187be][i]"Can you come downstairs? I'm out front."[/i][/color] It was all she sent through to his phone. She couldn't bring herself to go to his apartment to do this, to go inside. She doubted she would be able to go through it if she did. So she stood there in the rain as she tucked her phone into her back pocket, her ring catching on the edge of her jeans causing her to look down at it. She nearly lost everything she was trying to ice over right then. She didn't want to do this but she had to.

	Lincoln sat upright when he heard his cell buzzing from his desk as he lay on the sofa relaxing like he hadn't a care in the world, which in this moment, he didn't. He was now engaged to the woman of his dreams and he felt, for the first time in his life, that he had an actual purpose in life. He was no longer just floating around and meandering through. He had something, someone, to focus his attentions on when he wasn't working and it felt great.

	He jumped up and saw that it was a message from Tasha. His face lit up and he smiled wide before perking a brow in confusion as to why she wanted to meet downstairs. He looked out of the window and saw the rain streaming down the windows. Odd. He sent a quick message back while he slipped his boots on. [color=117722][i]"This is a lovely surprise. But, uh, it's pouring outside. Why not come up here?"[/i][/color] He wasn't sure why she hadn't just came up and let herself in. A small pit formed in his stomach as he tied his boot laces.

	The water drops fell from her lashes as she paced back and forth in the rain, her arms wrapping around each other as she waited for Lincoln to come downstairs. Feeling her phone go off she groaned inwardly as she pulled it out and looked to see that it was Lincoln. [color=a187be][i]"I can't stay, just come down please."[/i][/color] she typed out as her hands shook and sent it back to him. Sticking her phone in her pocket she started pacing again. Each moment that passed was more nerve racking than the one before. 

	Uncertainty washed over him as he received the text but then he figured she must just be having to go into work again and wanted to see him before she went in since he was off duty now. He smiled and sent a quick reply back. [color=117722][i]"Coming. Be there in two."[/i][/color] He pocketed his cell, shrugged his arms into his wool trimmed jacket and then grabbed his keys before heading out and locking up. He practically ran down the stairs and beamed brightly when he saw her. He wondered why she hadn't came into the lobby but figured she must have had a cab waiting. But then, why wasn't she waiting in the cab? That feeling in his stomach returned.

	She didn't pull out her phone again, just hitting off the notification and kept pacing. She could already feel her heart aching about what she had to do, her hand twisting her engagement ring around her finger; knowing she wouldn't have it much longer made it all the worse. 

	He stepped outside and blinked as the water hit his face, he walked towards her and held his arms wide opened to envelope her in a hug as he always did. [color=117722]"Hey beautiful. You rang?"[/color]

	Turning around as she heard his voice she looked over to him, it was obvious she was distraught just from the expression on her face. As he held his arms out to her she took a reflexive step back. She couldn't let him hug her, she'd cave and she knew it. [color=a187be]"Yeah, thanks for coming down,"[/color] she said as she wrapped her arms around herself; closing herself off to him.

	Lincoln stopped in his tracks and blinked, staring at her. Something was wrong. Very, very, very wrong. He withdrew his arms as she saw her closing off and a knot formed in his stomach, his chest constricted and his face dropped. [color=117722]"Uh yeah, no problem..."[/color] He watched her carefully, not sure what was happening but knowing that he did not like it one bit.

	Tasha could barely bring herself to look at him, her heart aching in her chest. She was glad it was raining, if she let the tears that threaten to spill do just that at least they would be hidden by the storm. [color=a187be]"I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to spit it out," [/color] she said, her voice cracking and forcing her to pause for a moment. She had to take a deep breath before she continued. [color=a187be]"This can't work right now,"[/color] she said quickly, barely looking at him before she turned her head away.

	[color=117722]"What can't work right now?"[/color] His voice was emotionless. His face was blank. His arms were hanging limply by his side and his hair was now sticking to his face, his curls straightening out in the rain. None of this made sense, it was just a bad dream. He shifted his hands into his pockets and pinched his thigh. He winced and flinched from the sharp pain and he closed his eyes momentarily as he realised this was happening.

	Looking down she wrung at her hands a few times. Looking as the rain drops hit the stones in her ring she slowly pulled it off; nothing had ever felt so painful as the empty feeling left behind where the ring had been. Holding it out to him, she couldn't look in his direction and kept her head down as the damp locks hid her features. [color=a187be]"Us."[/color]

	Lincoln looked down as she slipped her ring off and he frowned, shaking his head as he pulled his hands out of his pockets and wrapped his arms around himself. [color=117722]"No... n-no, nonono..."[/color] He hugged himself and took a step back from her as if she were offering him a knife to stab himself in the heart with which was exactly what this felt like - but worse.

	[color=117722]"Why are you saying this?"[/color]

	Tasha swallowed the pained lump in her throat ant took a step forward, still holding out the ring. [color=a187be]"Because I have to. It.. it just can't work right now."[/color]

	[color=117722]"I'm not taking it back."[/color] He stepped back again, further away from her and shook his head as he continued to hold himself.

	[color=a187be]"Please just take it, it isn't right for me to keep it,"[/color] she said as she reached out to take his hand with her free one so she could make him take it back. She hated this, she loved him and wanted to be with him bit she knew she couldn't.    

	[color=117722]"No. If you can decide to just end things then I can decide to not take back the ring that I bought [i]for you[/i]. Why would I want that thing around? To remind me that I was engaged for a whole week? No. Keep it. If this is your decision then you can live with the reminder."[/color] He backed away further from her. He was hurting, badly and now that it was sinking in he was beginning to bite.

	Tasha nearly dropped the ring at his words, it felt like he had just ripped her heart out but she said nothing, her fingers just closing around it as she looked down. She knew she deserved it, she wished she could explain, maybe he would understand but she couldn't. He'd just refuse to let her go then. 

	"Miss! If we don't go soon you'll miss your flight!" the cab driver yelled. Tasha took a deep breath and held up her hand, motioning for him to give her just another moment. Looking back over to Lincoln she wished she could stop this but she couldn't, not now.

	[color=a187be]"I'm sorry.... Goodbye,"[/color] she said weakly, a few tears spilling out as they were washed away in the rain.

	[color=117722]"Flight? You're kidding, right? Tell me you're fucking kidding..."[/color]

	Tasha could only shake her head as she slipped the ring into her pocket. She didn't know what to say and was afraid she would break if she did. Turning slowly she wrapped her arms around herself and started to walk towards the cab.

	Lincoln stood there in the pouring rain, shaking his head as she turned and walked away. This was an absolute joke, it had to be. He ran forwards and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to turn around. [color=117722]"What is this? Why are you doing this?! Tasha... please..."[/color] The tears had held back so far but they were flowing now, his eyes were red, puffy and utterly bloodshot. His voice was that of a broken man and his grip was weakening before his hand dropped from her shoulder as the reality of the situation hit him like a damn tornado.

	[color=a187be]"Because you're fucking perfect and I'm not!"[/color] she yelled, trying not to cry but it didn't work. She had to get out of there before she broke. Pushing passed him she ran for the cab and jumped into back seat. 

	Lincoln stumbled backwards and fell onto his ass into a puddle on the side of the road as she shoved him. He was dripping as he stumbled his way back up onto his feet and sprinted towards the cab. [color=117722]"Tasha! TASHA WAIT!"[/color] The door shut and the cab pulled away, driving off with his entire life in the back seat. He slowed to a jelly-legged jog and then dropped to his knees at the kerb watching the tail lights disappearing into the mass of traffic. His head hung low and he cried, whispering to himself. [color=117722]"[i][sub]But you're perfect for me...[/sub][/i]"[/color]

[center][h2]Back to the present[/h2][/center]

	Tasha lowered her head as her fingers curled against his knees. The scar stretching out some as she crouched down between his legs, trying to compose herself. [color=a187be]"I'm sorry,"[/color] she whispered. 

	Lincoln just sat there, shaking his head as the memories had flooded back to him. It hurt just as much now as it ever did, the only difference was she wasn't running away from him now, she was still here, in front of him. [color=117722]"Why?"[/color] His voice cracked as he let the word slip out.

	Tasha couldn't lift her head, she just kept looking at the floor. [color=a187be]"Because you deserved more,"[/color] she croaked out.

	His fingers reached out and idly traced the scar on her neck. [color=117722]"No. That's not what I asked. Why did you end us?"[/color] His voice was soft. Tasha shivered slightly before she stood up and looked at at the floor for a moment.

	Tasha gazed over at Lincoln and stepped as far away from him as she possibly could. Her arms wrapping around herself as she looked away, unable to look into his eyes anymore. She knew he deserved to know but it wasn't easy for her; to admit everything she had done. To admit how scared she was, how much pain she went through, how alone she felt since the day she walked out of his life. How much she would have given anything to not to have had to. How she wished she could take it all back but knowing she wouldn't have just so he hadn't had to witness it first hand. 

	Swallowing hard she slunk down to the ground and pulled her knees to her chest. She started talking, telling him what had happened just before she left him, what had happened the year she was gone from the city. She told him everything, not moving or being able to bring herself to look at him as she did. If she was going to tell him, she couldn't stop; she just had to push through it as if she was ice.

[center][h1]A Year Lost[/h1]
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	"Dr. Brinne?" a voice said in a muddled tone that Natasha did not pick up on, her eyes looking out of the thinly veiled window and not really focusing on anything. Everything was a fog right then as she wrung at her hands, pulling her fingers slowly. She was trying to remember how to breath, how to blink, how to move. Had she really heard what she thought she had? Could this be real? No, it couldn't be. It was just a nightmare, she would wake up soon.

	"Natasha!" the voice called out, this time much more clearly and she turned her head slowly, blinking a few times as her body remembered what breath really was. 

	[color=a187be]"What?"[/color] was all she was able to squeak out to Dr. Joshi, her mentor at UCSFMC. 

	"I was saying we can start treatments today. With any luck we can do the surgery within the next month," he said, repeating himself yet again. It had been the third time in the last few minutes but he remained calm and understanding. He knew the news that he had just delivered her had turned her world upside down. It did everyone and he was genuinely surprised she seemed as calm as she did considering her history and her past. 

	[color=a187be]"Oh..."[/color] she said looking down and running her finger over her engagement ring slowly as he continued to speak. 

	"You don't have to worry, we will take good of you here. Plus you know everyone, they will be very supportive of a fellow colleague. And I am sure your fiance will be as well." Natasha's eyes snapped up and she shook her head. "What?"

	[color=a187be]"Not here,"[/color] she snapped in a firm tone as she leaned forward, grabbing the arms of her chair. 

	"Al...right. Well the only other hospital on the west coast that I would recommend is Justice Memorial. They have the best oncology department on this side of the country but that would mean that you would have to move, do you think Lincoln would be up for that?" he asked concerned. "I can talk to him for you."

	[color=a187be]"No, don't say a fucking word to him or anyone else about this. You hear me? Nothing. I don't want a hint of this on the gossip vine. If I do I will sue your ass so quickly it'll make your head whip around so fast it'll snap off,"[/color] she hissed from behind her clenched teeth. Dr. Joshi leaned back and pulled off his glasses. That he hadn't expected but he nodded. He knew she meant what she said. 

	"Then what do you want me to do?" he asked as he closed her file and tossed his glasses on the folder. 

	[color=a187be]"Transfer my case to Justice Memorial, I know someone there,"[/color] she said as she stood up and shoved her hands in her lab coat pockets. Stepping over to the door she stopped for a second and looked over her shoulder. [color=a187be]"And my internship. Consider this my notice,"[/color] she added before walking out the door, it slamming behind her. 

	Natasha ended up wandering the halls for hours the rest of the day; lost in thought and trying to keep her wall of ice built up thick. She couldn't let anyone think anything was off. She couldn't let them know. The last thing she wanted was pity, she had seen people give it to her mother and how it drove her mother crazy during the end. She remembered the pain her mother went through, the pain her father went through, the pain she went through. When she recalled how she felt watching her mother go in and out of surgery, going through the radiation and chemo, watching her fade away to nothing she bolted into a janitors closet and collapsed as she began to hyperventilate. Her breathing labored as she grabbed her chest. 

	She went to wipe the tears that were streaming down her cheeks and her ring caught her soft skin. Pulling her trembling hand away she looked at it and had to close her eyes. She couldn't ask him to go through this with her, she couldn't put him through that. It was asking more than he bargained for. No one should have to go through something like that, she knew the pain first hand. She couldn't, she wouldn't ask that of him. Dropping her hand to her side she leaned against the wall and wept; balling up in the corner of the dark room which smelled of bleach and disinfectant.  

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	That was just the first of many tears over the next year for Dr. Brinne. The next week she was gone, moving with no word to anyone but Dr. Joshi where she had left to. She didn't want anyone following her, especially Lincoln. She moved to Justice, got a small apartment and with the help of Dr. Chang managed to get a job at the hospital. Granted much of her time at the hospital was spent not as a doctor but at as patient. 

	She had to wait six weeks before she could have surgery, six weeks of Chemo and Radiation to try to shrink the tumor at the base of her brain. The way it caused her body to ache and burn sent her to sleep each night in tears. Her body wasting away as she looked in the mirror in the mornings. Each day she felt less and less like herself and each day she saw more and more of her mother in her own reflection. The ghost of the woman she had lost years before to the same disease. Each night she would curl up, her fingers wrapped around the key that hung around her neck, each treatment she would sit and run her fingers over the ring box. 

	Then the day of the surgery finally came. They didn't need to shave her hair away to get to her scalp; it had already fallen away. She remembered looking at the ceiling and closing her eyes; wishing she could see Lincoln right then but knowing it was best he wasn't there. She couldn't have fought through everything seeing the pain in his eyes as she deteriorated. She had never wanted to cause him any pain, for some reason he had thought she had been perfect; she wasn't and now it was etch on her sunken skin. When she awoke she found a pain she never had known possible; thinking to herself that nothing could ever be as horrendous as that moment, that it couldn't get any worse. 

	How wrong she was. More Chemo and more Radiation only amplified everything ten fold. She didn't go back to her apartment for another three months after the surgery. Complication after complication, another surgery to go back in and try to remove more of the tumor. She felt like she was dying, at one point she wished she would just fade away like her mother did. She didn't want to go through it all one more day. Not one more weak breath. Yet even through everything she went into remission. She couldn't go back yet though, she stayed in Justice for the remainder of her lease, working to catch up on what she had missed, to get her hours back up, to start looking like herself once again. 

	Eventually she moved back to San Fran and found a small apartment away from where she had lived before. She had regained some strength, some weight and her hair had grown in enough to cover the grotesque scar at the base of her skull. She was transferred back to UCSFMC to finish up her internship, with a note that she had done well in Justice. It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth. She didn't like it but she still didn't want pity. She just wanted to keep moving and in the back of her mind she wondered if she could pick back up where she left off. 

	That was until she heard through the hospital grape vine that Lincoln had left the hospital; several telling her that he had run off with one of the nurses. Her heart sank but she figured it was for the best in the end. He had moved on. If she ever came out of remission could she really break his heart like that again? Would he have even taken her back if he knew she had returned? She doubted it. From that day forward she tried to move on. One night stands and such became a thing for a while. She tried another relationship but that ended horribly. Then her father died while she visited him for the first time in years, after his stroke he died in her arms and there was nothing she could do to save him. She had had enough. 

	When she finally finished her internship she was offered several jobs but Dr. Joshi's suggestion that she go overseas seemed to be the best out of a bad situation and she packed up; figuring that she was leaving that part of her world behind her forever. The day she left she had the cab drive her to the Italian restaurant where they had had their first date, wanting to see it one last time. Marco was there and while she didn't really say anything to him, before she left handed him a small box. [color=a187be]"If you ever see him again..."[/color] was all she said before she walked out. She had bought the [url=https://www.gemologica.com/images/b243_mens_stainless_steel_blue_topaz_ring_1.jpg]ring [/url] within the box the day after he proposed, hiding it away to give him on their wedding day but she knew that day would never come now. She didn't figure it mattered anymore and three hours later she was on her way to Jaipur...

[center][h2]Back to the present[/h2][/center]

	Looking down at her hands as she pulled at them, she wondered if he had ever even gotten the ring. If he had, did he know it was from her. Taking a breath she swallowed, having explained now why she had left, why she had disappeared, why she couldn't ask that of him; she wondered if he could understand or if he would hate her. Maybe it would be best if he did, then he could move on. Reaching up she brushed the tears that had managed to push their way passed her defenses as her tongue ran across her dry lips. She didn't know what else to say, she doubted he wanted to hear her voice anymore after all that. 

	Lincoln stood up when she was done, slowly but winced slightly as he pulled himself up under all his own strength. He watched her, his eyes never faltering as he took in the sight of her. She was nervous. Good. Serve her god damn right. He watched her swallowing the lump that was no doubt threatening to spill up into her mouth. Her hand interrupted his gaze on her face and he saw her wiping away the tears that he had watched rolling down her cheeks. Her lips had dried and the moisture from her tongue was only a passing relief, Lincoln's eyes traced the line of those lips that he had dreamt of every night for the past year.

	His nostrils flared as he breathed in, silently and steadily, his eyes still tracing her lips. [color=117722]"You had no right to make that decision for me."[/color] His tone was flat but so was his face. There was no hint of emotion there but the lines had been drawn. He wondered if Tasha would read between them or take them as they were intended even if that intent was not entirely clear.

	[color=a187be]"And what was I supposed to say. Hey sweetheart, I know we planned a life together but hey I have this huge brain tumor and I may die. Even if I don't what I am about to go through is going to be the hardest of my life and you are going to see him wilting away every day, watching me die. But hey, remember how I said I would never put anyone through what I went through watching my mother fade? Yeah, I am just going to let you go through it if you want,"[/color] she said as she sniffled a little bit and wiped her nose with the back of her hands. She had told Lincoln how hard it had been watching her mother, even when she told him she broke down. Thinking about it now she nearly did. Thinking about the pain she went through made her bones ache and she wrapped her arms around herself. [color=a187be]"My body, my choice."[/color]

	[color=117722]"Yeah, sure, okay but I was just told that it was over and that you were moving away and that was it. I didn't get to know that you were sick. I didn't get to know that you weren't leaving me for nothing. I didn't get to know that you were leaving me for something and something monumental at that. You didn't even give me a chance to tell you that I would hate it, to let you go, but I'd do it and I'd wait for you, no matter the outcome. It would kill me not seeing you, but I would do it because it would be what you wanted."[/color] He never moved his gaze, his eyes keeping themselves trained on her face. [color=117722]"You never gave me a chance. My life, my choice but you took that from me."[/color]

	Tasha's eyes narrowed as she turned to look at him, slowly rising from her spot. Her face went red with heated anger as she lowered her head but her gaze kept right at him. Them she yelled, but it wasn't just a yell. It was a blood curdling scream of words laced with anger, with hurt, and more than that, with down right loathing and hate. [color=a187be]"It wasn't your fucking life that was on the line! It was mine! It was my choice! To decide if I wanted to put you through the worry of wondering every fucking god damn day if I was still alive or not. Do you think I needed that worry on myself? Yeah, it is fucking selfish but I don't give a good god damn! I protected you and I protected me. How dare you, how dare you try to play as if this should have been your choice to make! It is easy to say that now, when it is all said and done but you have no fucking idea how it feels when it is right in front of you! I do! I have been there! You fucking prick!"[/color] 

	The tears flowed, the lines of her features contorted into agony as she spat out her spiteful words. How dare he. He came here to find her. He came here to tell her he loved her. He sought her out! Pushing passed him she grabbed a file off her dresser and shoved it into his chest as she pushed him back. [color=a187be]"Fine, you want it that way. Here you go. Now you know and you can take the first fucking plane back to the states! Let's see how well this sits now that you know why I am shoving you right back out of my fucking life but never knowing what the outcome is,"[/color] she spat as she knocked the already damage door down and shoved him right through it into the hallway. Grabbing the door she picked it back up and slammed it into place. Turning around she looked for something, for anything to take her anger out on now that he was out of her sight but there was nothing. In the file was her most recent MRI, the tumor was back. 

	Lincoln let her shove him through, he didn't fight. She was allowed to be furious and he wasn't going to stop her. He fumbled with the file and stood in the hall, uncertain what to do. He opened it up and looked at it. An MRI scan... he looked at the date and his face fell. He slapped the file shut and threw it down the hallway in a rage. His hands balled up into fists and he turned and slammed them against the dodgy door, knocking it to the floor and he stepped inside, keeping his body weight on it so that she couldn't slam it on him again.

	[color=117722]"Hit me."[/color]

	Tasha spun around and looked at Lincoln as the door fell in. She stood there, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes locked with him, the tears streaming down her face without her moving. She wanted to hit something but she didn't want to hit him right then. Murphy slowly peaked his head out of Cass's room and his eyes looked carefully as he slowly stepped down the hallway to listen. Cass raised a brow but let him go check on his buddy, she was concerned at the screaming but didn't want to put her nose in where it didn't belong. Tasha screamed a lot, she didn't scream like this and he was worried. Tasha was trembling but she started to shake, violently even as her footing became unstable and then her eyes drifted close and she collapsed to the ground.

	Lincoln dropped forward and made sure his hands were able to cushion her head as she fell to the ground like a falling leaf. [color=117722]"Tasha! FUCK! SOMEBODY HELP!"[/color] He only just barely managed to stop her head from cracking off the floor. Gently placing her head on the floor he scrambled forward like a damn monkey until he was kneeling beside her. He did the normal checks that Tasha had shown him all that time ago. Pulse, airways, breathing, temperature... fuck what else was he to check? He needed a medical professional. Good job he knew where at least one nearby hospital was. Murphy! Murphy would know where to go! [color=117722]"MURPHY YOU FUCKING BASTARD. HELP ME, PLEASE!"[/color] His voice was frantic, sure he'd been mad but he never expected her to be affected this badly...

	Murphy rushed in, stopping as he looked at Tasha before rushing over to her mini fridge that she kept by her bed and a blood analyzer that was on top of it. He pulled out a small glass filled with clear liquid and a hypodermic needle. Pulling the cap off between his teeth he ran back over to Tasha and Lincoln, cradling her head in his lap as he started to draw the medicine from the vial as he spat the top out of his mouth. [color=82ca9d]"The chemo last time wrecked her body. She has hypoglycemia now. We need to get her sugar levels back up."[/color] Grabbing her hand he let the little device prick her finger and waited for it to show him the levels. Seeing them he cursed. [color=82ca9d]"Fucking hell Tasha, you didn't eat this morning did you?"[/color] he scolded her as he stuck her in the arm and pushed down the syringe quickly. 

	Lincoln looked down as Murphy did what he had to in order to make Tasha feel better and he just nodded and watched as he did what he had to. Lincoln obviously didn't know Tasha anymore, that much was clear. They'd been apart so long and so much had happened... He was a fool for coming here. He wasn't going to unpack, he was just going to stay a short while and then get a flight home when he could. She was right to have left him, he shouldn't have forced this all on her.

	Patting Tasha's face, Murphy tried to get her to rouse but she wasn't. Tossing everything on the bed he began to check her. She was warm to the touch, more than she should have been. Then he did something odd, sticking his finger into her mouth. [color=82ca9d]"God damn it,"[/color] he said as he pulled his finger out and looked over to Lincoln. [color=82ca9d]"Can you carry her or not?"[/color] he asked as he slipped her head off his lap and stood up, rushing around until he found the keys to her jeep. 

	[color=117722]"I... what? Yes. I think so."[/color] Confusion was plastered on his face and he struggled a little before getting a good grip on her and hoisting her up into his arms. It felt strange to have her so close to him again, to hold her. He made sure his grip was careful but firm and grunted under the strain and effort that it took to move her. She was light but his injuries made it more difficult. He watched Murphy running around and followed his lead out and down towards wherever Murphy was leading him.

	[color=82ca9d]"Good, watch the broken step,"[/color] he said as he ran down the stairs and out the front of the hotel, still no shoes or shirt on. He rushed over to the hunter green jeep with the downed rag top covered in dust and hoped into the driver seat. The back was open, sans the medical supplies there. [color=82ca9d]"Come on English, get in and hold on to her,"[/color] he said as he started up the vehicle. 

	Taking great care on the stairs, not wanting to risk causing more damage to Tasha than he already had, Lincoln ran full pelt once he was on solid ground and followed Murphy to the jeep. He juggled his holding of Tasha and got them into the jeep and he kept her curled on his lap so he could hold her in safely. He buckled them in as best he could and looked to Murphy. [color=117722]"Thanks... How quick can we get there?"[/color]

	[color=82ca9d]"Not long, just hold on,"[/color] Murphy said as he dropped it into reverse, the tires spinning and then shot it into gear and drove off down the street; shifting gears quickly. It seemed as if he had taken driving lessons from Tasha the way he weaved in and out of traffic. He didn't look over to see how Tasha and Lincoln were doing, just focusing on the road and yelling at anyone and everyone that got in his way.[hr]