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Twelve: Suspicion. Part Two.

Later, Ashleigh and Charlie were on FaceTime with Carla and Christopher...

Charlie: "You're lucky. My mom's a terrible cook, but Ash's great."

Christopher: "Did she order takeout? No, I'm kidding. She's a great cook."

Ashleigh: "You know, Chris, watch it. I'm right here."

Charlie went to grab some food from the bowl, knocking over the glass of water.

"Oh, shoot. No worries. I got it." Ashleigh muttered, standing up and staring around the kitchen. "Uh, where does your mom keep the paper towels?"

"Upper cabinet." Charlie said, holding the phone and pointing at a cupboard.

Carla: "Charlie, what school do you go to?"

Ashleigh opened the cabinet, looking up and finding the paper towel.

Charlie: "I don't go to school. Because I'm sick. We move around a lot."

Ashleigh wiped up the water.

Charlie: "I'm not supposed to go out except for doctors' appointments."

Christopher: "What kind of doctors?"

Ashleigh sat back down beside Charlie.

Charlie: "I don't know, all kinds. We're always going to see a new one."

Ashleigh: "Whew. Sounds expensive. What's your mom do for work?"

Charlie: "She always says her job is to take care of me. We're lucky because we get donations from a Fund Me page."

Ashleigh turned, hearing the door opening, and Sheila came in.

"I'm home." Said Sheila.

"Hey." Ashleigh said, standing up. "Look who's back. And all patched up."

"Hi, Mom." Charlie says.

"You cooked for him. Charlie has a very sensitive stomach." Sheila says.

"Figured you'd be a little wobbly when you got back. Just wanted to make it easier on you." Ashleigh tells Sheila.

"Don't worry, Mom, I don't feel sick or anything." Said Charlie.

"That's great, sweetheart." Sheila said.

"Oh, this is my new friend, Christopher." Charlie said.

Christopher: "Hi, Charlie's mom. Bye, Charlie's mom. Bye, Charlie. Bye, Ash."

Ashleigh: "Bye, kiddo. Bye, Carla."

Carla: "Bye, sweetie."

Ashleigh grabbed her phone, hanging up the phone.

"He's super cool. Do you think we can hang out sometime?" Asked Charlie.

"We'll have to see." Sheila tells BBC Charlie.

Back at the firehouse, Hen was sitting along and on the phone with her Ma...

Hen: "No, Mom. I'm not nagging you; I'm... I'm just checking on you. Okay, great."

Chimney walked over, sitting down on the chair and grabbing a book from the table.

Hen: "Well, maybe you should..."

Hen pulled the phone away, seeing Toni had hung up on her.

"And she hung up on me." Hen mumbled.

"Take it as a positive sign." Chimney muttered, laughing lightly. "Must mean she's feeling better. So how are you doing?"

"Fine." Hen said.

Chimney gave Hen a look, putting the book down.

"I'm still a little freaked out, not knowing what's wrong with my mom." Said Hen.

"Well, maybe you should take her to see a specialist." Chimney said.

"I would, but I need to have some idea of what's wrong first. And that doctor was no help. He practically dismissed us." Hen tells Chimney.

"Eh, you know how crazy it can get at the ER. Not that I'm defending him, I'm just saying." Chimney says.

"He barely acknowledged we were in the room, Chim. And when I asked questions, he acted as if I offended him. Like, "How dare you?" I mean, I hate to think about it, but maybe Ash was right. Maybe our experience would have been different if he had looked more like us." Hen says.

"I was a 12-year-old Korean boy translating to the doctor on behalf of my sick mother. Makes you wonder how bad it is for a patient who doesn't have anyone, no one to advocate for them." Chimney tells Hen.

"That's why people like you, me, and Ash can't put all our trust in doctors. Because they don't trust us. To know how we're feeling, to... to know when something's wrong. I know something's wrong, Chim." Hen murmured.

"What you need is a brilliant medical mind, and we know the perfect person we both trust to bounce ideas off it." Chimney said.

"Ash's busy, Chim." Hen mumbled.

"Okay, then brilliant minds. I'm pretty sure you do." Chimney muttered, grabbing a book and showing it to Hen.