Dr. Kumar just stepped away, he knew they needed time but he couldn't give them long. He said something about needing to prep her for surgery soon but Tasha didn't even acknowledge him. She just fell into Lincolns arms and curled up in his lap as she clung desperately to him, her fingers curling against his shirt. She heard what Lincoln was saying but she couldn't believe it. She wouldn't be lucky enough to survive it again, she barely had the first time and things this time were much worse and she felt so much less strong than she had before. So much weaker. 

	Yet she couldn't say that to him, she had to be strong for him right then. She couldn't let him know she was giving up, that she just didn't have it in her. That she just wanted to take this last week and be with him. That she didn't want the surgery but he sounded so determined that she would survive if she just kept trying. So she would, one last time, one last surgery. Even if it meant saying goodbye behind a closed door when he wasn't there. 

	[color=a187be]"Alright,"[/color] she said quietly between the stuttering breaths. It only felt like a moment but many minutes passed before a nurse showed up with a wheelchair to take Tasha off to prep for surgery and then for the surgery itself. Tasha blinked away the wetness in her eyes and looked up to Lincoln. It seemed as if she was memorizing his features as she reached out and ran her fingers along the line of his jaw until she pressed her worn lips to his softly and whispering against them. [color=a187be]"I love you,"[/color] was all she could bring herself to say before she was helped into the wheel chair and taken down the hallway. 

	She knew he couldn't come with her for this, that he couldn't watch the surgery. Turning in her chair she looked back to him as the nurse pushed her around a corner, locking eyes with Lincoln before she was gone and all she was left with was a empty feeling in her chest that that was the last time she would see him.