Murphy rolled over in bed and yawned, stretching out as he heard his phone going off. Opening his eyes he sat up slowly and grabbed his phone, rubbing them with his free hand before grabbing a smoke and lighting it. [color=82ca9d]"Sexy Irish here, what can I do fer ya?"[/color] he said, not even bothering to check who it was when he answered. Taking a deep puff of his smoke he stood up, propping the phone up between his shoulder and his ear as he searched around for his shirt. He should have been up already anyways. 

	Tasha leaned back in the wheelchair as they took her down the hallway, her hands dropping into her lap as she looked around. Dr. Kumar coming up next to her and handing her a tissue for her lips. She patted her bleeding lips and gums as they took her back to prep for surgery. She just sat there quietly, not really listening to what was being said as they situated her on a table and started to shave what little of her hair remained, tendrils of dried brittle hair falling slowly to the ground as the barber clipper cut away the last remaining strands. 

	She couldn't bring herself to say anything as they switched to a regular razor and cleaned her scalp clean as they could while Dr. Kumar kept talking, telling her how they were going to attack the tumor, how they hoped the surgery would go, yet Tasha wasn't listening her thoughts were all on Lincoln right then as her fingers curled around the key around her neck. Turning as they told her she needed to move over to the gurney so they could take her into surgery she shook her head. [color=a187be]"No, not yet. I have to do something first."[/color]