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“Yes,” Derian said.

“Then if you’re not here when the doctor finishes, we’ll be sure someone calls you.”

“We’ll be here.” Derian wasn’t leaving anything to chance, and if positive energy played any role in fate, she intended to give it all she had.

“All right then. We’ll be out as soon as we’re finished.”

She left as quickly as she had come and Derian turned to Emily. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really,” Emily said. “These places always seem to take my appetite away.”

Derian grimaced. “I know what you mean.” She glanced around at the bare-bones décor in the bland, somewhat dingy room that seemed to have absorbed all the tragedies played out within its walls. “They try, I get that, but this place is two parts desolation, one part desperation, and the last part despair.”

Emily regarded her with concern. “I think it might be a good idea if we take a walk.”

“I’m sorry, you’re right.” Derian rubbed the headache between her eyes. “The waiting is getting to me. I hate being helpless.”

“Believe me, I know.”

Derian heard the pain creeping into Emily’s voice and cursed herself inwardly. She wasn’t the only one suffering. “And this has to be terrible for you. I’m sorry, it’s not very sensitive of me to want to keep you here.”

“I want to be here for Henrietta,” Emily said, adding softly, “and if it’s helping you, I’m glad.”

“It helps more than you know,” Derian murmured, “but I’m feeling pretty damn selfish right now. This has to be bringing back some terrible memories for you.”

“I’m all right, really. Please don’t worry about me.”

“I know you’re all right. You’ve convinced me you’re tough,” she teased gently and felt rewarded when Emily laughed, “but I believe I’ll worry about you all the same.”

“Just not too much,” Emily chided, touched by Derian’s tender tone and surprised by how readily she could accept comfort from Derian when she rarely could from anyone else. Derian’s sympathy and understanding strengthened her, rather than making her feel small and diminished. She’d worked so hard to be neither. She rose, and in an impulsive reversal, took Derian’s arm and tugged her toward the hall. “Come on, let’s get outside for a little while.”

Gratefully, Derian let herself be guided to the elevators. Giving up control didn’t come naturally, but with Emily it was easy. The tightrope she’d been teetering on since she’d gotten the phone call from the surgeon gave way to solid ground for the first time all day. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Emily said. “If you need anything, anytime, just let me know.”