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A lot of things are hidden when she walks through the door to Milliways.
Her bare head is covered by a colorful scarf, the small tube in her chest resting beneath the fabric of her blouse. But there's color in her cheeks and mascara on her eyelashes, and she's already looking healthier than she did a month before.
She's living with it, the doctors say, but it's not getting any worse. And while there's been a lot that's happened since her last trip - George, the cancer, all of it - she's ready to move on. To keep breathing. Because, right now, that's all she can do.
Izzie takes a seat in one of the comfier chairs, looking around for familiar faces.
Her bare head is covered by a colorful scarf, the small tube in her chest resting beneath the fabric of her blouse. But there's color in her cheeks and mascara on her eyelashes, and she's already looking healthier than she did a month before.
She's living with it, the doctors say, but it's not getting any worse. And while there's been a lot that's happened since her last trip - George, the cancer, all of it - she's ready to move on. To keep breathing. Because, right now, that's all she can do.
Izzie takes a seat in one of the comfier chairs, looking around for familiar faces.