Rachel sat in her hospital bed staring at the plain white wall. 
Letting out a sigh of apprehension she looked out the window.  It was cloudy and gloomy outside.  "Perfect weather for a day like this," Rachel said quietly to herself.  Just then there was a knock on the door.  She shifted her eyes over to the door.  There stood Kristin.
    "Mind if I come in?" Kristin asked.
    "Of course not," Rachel said, sitting up a little.  "Ow!" she shouted.
  "Stupid IV," she said with a groan.
    "I'm sorry," Kristin said.
    "It's OK.  It doesn't hurt too bad."
    Kristin looked apprehensively around the room.  "All hospital rooms look the same.  I haven't seen one since my grandma died," she said softly then narrowed her eyes down to the floor.
    "Kris take a seat you're making me nervous."  Kristin took a seat in the chair next to Rachel's bed.  "You okay?  You look frightened."
    Kristin sighed.  "Sorry, it's just that every time I step foot into a hospital the memory of my grandma dying of cancer comes back to me."
    "Oh Kris I'm so sorry," Rachel said in sympathy.
    "It's okay.  My grandma's in a better place now.  I'll see her again someday.  I believe she's my guardian angel and she brought you to me.  I was alone until we met," Kristin said as tears formed in her eyes.  She caught herself and blinked back her tears.  "But anyway, how are you holding up?" she asked, changing the subject.
    "I'm doing better than I thought I would.  I figured I'd have a nervous break down."
    "I just got off the phone with Brian before I came in here."
    "What did he say?"
    "He didn't have much time talk.  They were getting ready for rehearsal.  He said everyone is praying for you and that he'd call you tomorrow after you've rested."
    "Oh," Rachel replied softly.
    "You're scared aren't you?"
    Rachel let out a loud sigh.  "Terrified is more like it."  There was a long pause.  "Kristin do me a favor."
    "What's that?"
    "If I don't make it...tell Brian I love him," she said with a quivering voice.
    Kristin placed her hand over Rachel's.  "Rach you'll get through this.  I promise."
    "Lets hope so."
    Just then a nurse came in.  "Are you ready miss Crawford?"
    Rachel burst into tears.  "Rach we're all praying for you.  You'll be just fine."  Kristin assured.
    Rachel wiped the tears from her eyes and laid back in her bed.  The nurse rolled the bed out of the room and into the hall.  Rachel felt as if she was going in slow motion.  She sound of the nurse's footsteps echoed down the hallway.  The lights from above flashed so brightly they were almost blinding.  Finally the bed reached two sliding doors and she was in the operating room.  Two other nurses came and helped her onto the operating table.  The table felt cold on her back.  Oh god here we go, she thought to herself.  Looking to her right she could see a tray of operating utensils.  One of the nurses put a gas mask over her face.  Rachel slowly breathed in the gas and tried to relax.  Enjoy this moment....it could be your last, she thought then everything went black.