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“We aren’t going to get your friend fired. We just want to help Star,” Josie assures her, all of us understanding what Dixie meant.

She fidgets on her feet and sighs. “My friend works in the Oncology ward,” she states, her face saddened.

“Shit,” Belle mutters. “You think one of them has cancer?” she asks, her voice laced with worry.

Dixie rolls her bottom lip through her teeth, clearly holding something back.

“Dixie, just tell us,” Nova demands.

“My friend works in the women’s oncology ward. She specialises in treating women with cervical cancer,” Dixieexplains. Silence descends around us, and I catch Josie blinking back the tears. I reach out my left hand and grasp hers, trying to give her a comforting squeeze. She gives me a small smile of thanks.

“So, what do we do now?” I ask. “Because you all know her better than me, what would she want you to do?” I ask.

Maggie scoffs. “She would want us to carry on and ignore it. Shut us out. Pretty much what she’s doing now.”

I nod. “And what would she do if it was one of you?” I ask.

Belle’s lips twitch. “You mean one of us,” she states, warmly looking at me, and I feel warmth hit my chest. She sighs. “She would be relentless, and she would be dragging our asses down the hospital, probably stalk the doctors until they fixed it.” Belle snorts.

“Don’t forget threatening them. She would definitely get her knuckle dusters out for that.” Josie laughs.

“Well then, let’s go be her Star,” I say, gesturing to the door.

They all smile and nod. One by one we pile into the club and find Star sat on the couch, staring absentmindedly at a spot on the floor. “Hey bitch!” Maggie yells. Her gaze snaps up to us, frowning.

“What the fuck is going on? I feel like I’m about to be jumped by the fuckingSpice Girls,” Star snaps.

That has me snorting back my laughter. Josie places her hands on her hips and gives Star a stern look. “We know what you are going through, and we are here to harass, to kick some doctors asses to help you get the best medical care, and you can push us away and try and hide as much as you want, but we will still be there breaking down the door. You are not alone,” Josie snaps.

Star’s eyes shine with tears and her lips twitch as she fights back a smile. “I think that is the first time I’ve ever heard you be threatening.”

“Yeah well, you are forgetting I’m British, and if there is some complaining to do, no one will do it better, so just show me to the hospital complaints department,” Josie adds.

We all let out a chuckle and Star laughs and wipes her eyes. “I’m okay. I don’t have cancer,” she says, pausing. “Well, I don’t know yet. I have to wait for the biopsy results,” she admits.

We all move towards her, each of us hugging her. Queenie walks in a moment later and places down a couple of bottles of wine and a tray of glasses. “Finally. I said that you should have told them,” she sighs.

“You knew?” Maggie asks.

“Of course, I looked after Enzo while she had the biopsy. I was sworn to secrecy and if it was anything else, I would have told you, but her and Ghost needed time to deal with it themselves,” Queenie states.

“When do you get the results?” Rhea asks.

Star shrugs. “They didn’t give me a specific date. Just that they would be in touch as soon as they were in.”

Dixie abruptly gets to her feet. “I’m not having that!” she snaps. She pulls out her cell from her back pocket and after pressing some buttons, she puts it on speaker as it rings.

“Dixie, good to hear?—”

Whoever she’s called doesn’t get a chance to finish that sentence because Dixie is immediately snapping at them down the phone. “Giles, listen to me right now. My best friend Star came in for a cervical biopsy.” Dixie looks at Star for confirmation. Star gives her a brief nod. “Right yeah, and she hasn’t had the results yet. She’s stressed, I’m stressed, everyone is stressed,” she snaps.

We all look at her with wide eyes as this tiny little thing speaks firmly down the phone.

“Dixie, you know the hospital’s procedure on these things. I can’t just push her file to the top and give her special treatment. That would be unethical,” the man sighs.

“Giles, let me tell you what is unethical. What is unethical is when a doctor fucks the interns in their office. I wonder what Shirley would think,” Dixie mutters.

We hear clicking on the other end of the line. “What’s your friend’s name?” he asks. We all grin as Dixie gives him Star’s details, and Star sits there, her hands gripping Maggie’s tightly. “Ah yes, well I can confirm there has been pre-cancerous cells found. We can get her in as early as tomorrow and I can perform the procedure myself to remove them,” he states down the phone.

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