Kate sat in the doctor's office, flipping through an old magazing, humming softly. This was the fourth time she'd been in so far this month, but she knew she was getting better, so she wasn't really worried. She'd had leukemia since she was 15, the last four years consisting of chemo and doctor's visits, huge bills and worried parents, but she knew everything was turning for the better because her hair had grown back and she was healthy again. She smiled, her head bobbing a bit as she listened to the soft music over the intercom. The doctor entered the small office with a clipboard, his face a gentle seriousness. She looked up to him and the smile faded from her lips, her eyes widening as he explained that the cancer had come back stronger than before and she would have to be put back on the chemotherapy. Fear and dissapointment gripped at her heart, but she held the tears back, willing herself to be strong. The doctor told her she would have to begin coming back to therapy the day after next, and he let her leave. She made her way to her little Dodge Dakota and slid into the driver's seat, her face a stony blank stare. The car started and, as if she were on auto-pilot, she drove to his house. She knew she could only trust him with this travesty, she knew he would hold her. She knew he would never let her be alone through this. He was her best friend.