"Please, take all the time you need," Michelle replied, quickly getting up as she noticed Piero becoming unstable by the news. His mother's situation wasn't easy, and it wasn't meant to be. Although Michelle had seen the same reaction from her patients and their family members whenever she had to deliver the awful message, it certainly did not become easier with time. He was hurting, and she wished she could help. She was supposed to be the one saving lives, after all. "If you don't mind, I'm going to grab my things real quick," she said, moving with a purpose in order to give Piero and his mother some much-needed privacy. 

Back in Chiara's room, Michelle started to gather her belongings. She smiled at the sickly woman who had the same expression on her face as before. Poor soul.

"Thank you for allowing me to see you, I'm just getting everything out of your way." Just about ready to go, Michelle stood by the door for a moment. "Your son will be here with you momentarily, Ms. Chiara."

Michelle stepped out to meet Piero once more, the tension in the room not getting any easier. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, Piero. You don't know how much I wish I could've help her get better." She stopped for a moment, looking past the man before meeting his eyes again. "I'll come back whenever you both are ready. Until then, just do your best to keep her comfortable." 

Michelle headed for the front door, reaching within her bag to grab a small, crystal bottle. "Give her these, it'll help with the pain." 

After she handed him the medication, Michelle stepped out, heading towards her own home.