"No, don't!" Hudson frowned, his voice tense. "Don't look into it. Knowing won't help!"

"Not knowing doesn't help either!" Calliope shot back, just as stubborn.

"If I know, at least I can try!" she insisted.

"Look, Hudson, I'm only calling you by your name because we get along. You're a good person." she said honestly. "Maybe I can't help you, but at least give me a chance to try. How do you know I can't help if we don't even give it a shot?"

Hudson hesitated. He finally let his shoulders drop, giving in. He knew Calliope— when she set her mind to something, there was no shaking her off. If he kept resisting, she'd only dig her heels in further. And she was more than capable of pinning him down if she wanted to. If this got messy, Lance would find out, and things would just get worse.

Better to let her check him out and keep things quiet.

Calliope grew serious, focusing as she examined him. The longer she checked, the deeper her frown became.

Just like Hudson had warned, this was bad. Really bad. The kind of situation where, medically speaking, there was no hope.

"You've had scans, right? X-rays, MRIs...where are they? I need to see them," Calliope said, searching for any sliver of possibility in the impossible.

afraid Lance would find out, so they're

her voice steely. "I need to talk

Hudson said, waving her off. "He's already given up on me.

Calliope snapped.

Every day I get is borrowed time, but with

it

than the

have left sitting in a

with the pain, make it easier... I'd be grateful. Treatment isn't worth it otherwise. It's just wasting time. You're a doctor-you know this

the suffering, stripping away any quality of life. That wasn't what Hudson wanted. It wasn't what she

didn't

at least look, didn't

Everyone called her a

She'd lost her graness

every time

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