Chapter Six: “Nothing Really Matters” 

Veronica hummed the same tune over as she stirred her coffee. She glanced around 
Kelly's and held her breath as Brenda walked in. “Now's your chance.” She 
muttered to herself and walked over to her. 

“Hi Brenda!” 

Brenda looked up and rolled her eyes. Veronica. “Hi Veronica.” 

“Care if I join you?” 

Yes. “No.., go ahead. I won't be here long anyways.” Veronica sat down, taking 
this as some kind of good sign. 

Brenda coughed nervously and glanced at her watch. “So Brenda, where you heading 
to?” 

Brenda looked up at her, slightly mad. “The hospital.” 

“Why?” Veronica asked alarmed. 

“To see my friend.” 

Veronica stirred her coffee a little more. “Really? Who?” 

“Lucky Spencer.” Brenda replied, not to happy about her 'mother' butting into 
her life. 

Veronica took a sip of the coffee and coughed slightly. Lucky… yes, she knew 
that name. “Excuse me, I have an appointment. Will I see you later?” Veronica 
asked, obviously in a hurry. 

“Yeah whatever.” Brenda grabbed her things and walked out of Kelly's. 

Veronica watched her go then went into the bathroom. She looked at herself in 
the mirror and started talking. “You've done this many times before. It never 
bothered you. Why does this one?” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. 
She opened them again and smiled. Everything was going to be just fine. She 
opened the door and walked out again, humming a tune. 

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Liz walked down the hospital hall, trying to think of reasons not to go see 
Lucky. She knew he needed her, but she couldn't face this yet. She took a deep 
breath and laughed. She couldn't face it. This wasn't even her problem. She 
sighed and quietly opened the door. 

Lucky was lying on the bed, his eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. She 
could tell he had been crying. Tear marks were still on his face and his eyes 
were puffy and red. He watched her walk in and rolled over so his back was 
facing her. He couldn't do this right now. 

Liz watched Lucky roll over and felt immediately concerned. All other feelings 
of fear or embarrassment left and she put her hand on his back. He flinched and 
moved farther across the bed. She bit her lip and started to rub his
back. 

“Don't touch me.” He asked, his request muffled against the pillow. But she 
heard him. She retracted her hand and held back tears. 

“Ok.” She whispered softly. “But I'm not leaving you.” Lucky didn't reply. She 
took that as an ok and sat down, waiting for what she knew would come next.