[center]~slight time jump from [i]Best Exotic[/i]~[/center]

	It had been weeks since Natasha had run smack dab right into her past. It was a lot to wrap her mind around under the best of circumstances, even more difficult now that she was in the middle of another round of Chemotherapy. The first few days she felt almost hopeful. She wasn't as sick as the first time she had been through this but things had quickly changed after that. 

	Each day was another round, each day she came back to the room she was now sharing with Lincoln a little sicker, a little weaker. It started off simple enough; some nausea, some vomiting, then crawling in bed and trying to sleep it off. Though as the days and weeks passed it got worse. This morning worse than some. She had woken up in the middle of the night, trying not to wake Lincoln as she rushed to the bathroom as her stomach tried to evacuate everything she had ever eaten.

	By the time she had calmed down her gag reflex enough not to be hugging the basin she was too exhausted to move and did what she was starting to do many nights; sleep on the bathroom floor. It became morning and she still lay there. She looked so frail now, having lost so much weight she was nearly skeletal now, patches of her hair had fallen out, her cheeks and eyes sunken in, her skin now sickly with dark rings under her eyes. And to think she had surgery in just a few days.