"It's alright," Faith said, nodding at Derek and Meredith. "You can tell me. There are more, aren't there?"
"There are more," Derek confirmed. "Some in your liver, but we're going to treat it aggressively."
"We want to start as soon as possible," Meredith said gently. "But this time, we're going to have to keep you here. The chemotherapy is going to drain you of your energy, and we want to monitor you closely."
Faith nodded. "Ok. So… what are we waiting for?"
Derek smiled faintly. "Good good, that's what I like to hear. We'll get you prepped for surgery and then we'll start today."
"Thank you," she told them both.
~*~*~*~
Faith reached for her phone and dialled in Sam's number.
"Sam? They found more mets… I'm going into surgery again this afternoon, and I'm going to have to stay here for awhile… I'll call you next chance I get. Love you."