The boys went back not long after that because they had to go back and pack for their tour and as for Frank, he stayed with me. Rebecca slept right after the boys went back, the drugs made her feel drowsy and her energy was close to zero. I was staring at her when I felt Frank was nudging my shoulder.

"We should go get dinner. You look too tired", Frank said to me.

"Sure", I replied.

Before leaving the room, I took one last look at Rebecca.

"Hey, she will be alright", Frank kissed the back of my head.

I nodded and walked with him to his car. Frank kept quiet the whole time but I caught him looking at me every once in a while. I knew he was trying to figure what I was thinking and at that exact moment, I was thinking about him.

We were about to leave the lobby when we bumped into my parents. Mummy was holding a small luggage while daddy held few bottles of water.

"Where are the two of you going?", mummy asked.

"Dinner, Blair hasn't eaten all day", Frank replied.

"We have to talk about Rebecca", mummy said. Frank was about to leave to give us some privacy before mummy called him and ask him to stay.

"What is it, mummy?", I asked.

Mummy rubbed her forehead and let out a long sigh, "Rebecca's condition is bad now, Blair. Her limb is swollen because of her pancrease is starting to fail on her. Daddy and I have decided to bring her home tomorrow and have call-in doctor and a nurse to take care of her."

That lump in my throat came back again but this time, it was hard to swallow it down. Frank quickly held my hand and mummy's eyes were welling up. Mummy was about to say something when daddy stopped her.

"And, the doctor said she only has 2 weeks, 3 weeks maximum.", daddy added.

"There must be something that we could do", I cried.

"Nothing, Blair. Her organs are failing and we shouldn't ask her to fight anymore. Just go grab your dinner and we will see you later, alright?", daddy replied.

We parted with my parents and Frank hugged me tightly. As if, he didn't want to let me go. I cried even harder. I dug my claw in his sweater and tugged it in there. I started punching his chest slowly. I was angry. I was angry at everything. I was angry that Rebecca had to go through this at such tender age. I was angry at god for letting her go through this.

I pushed Frank and sat on the parking floor and cried even harder. All these memories that I have with Rebecca were playing in my head. I remembered the first day my parents got her. I remembered the time when the doctor announced that she has cancer.

Frank squated down and began hugging me again. He knew I had hit rock bottom.

"Just cry alright? Just cry, I want you to cry all you want until you feel like you can't anymore", Frank said.

"I can't do this, Frank. She can't just leave me here. I don't have anyone else in this world.", I told him in between tears.

"That is when you are wrong, babydoll. You have me"