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Beyoncé walked into the hospital, walking right to the receptionist's desk. Everyone else was at the house, this was something she felt that she needed to do alone. There was a dark skinned black woman sitting at the desk typing away on the computer. She had a short cut, with finger waves. Her eyes were emerald, and her skin was so clear. 

"I need Tina Knowles's room number," She said. 

She flashed Beyoncé a warm smile. Beyoncé looked down at her chest and saw her name on a gold name tag. Jillian, it read. 

"May I ask your relation to the patient, we're only allowing family in as of now," 

"I'm her daughter," Beyoncé said giving a fake smile. 

She wanted so badly to tell the woman that she was her niece instead. Technically, she was nothing to Tina. Sade was adopted, that thought gave her some satisfaction. Finally realizing she had no real relation to Tina Knowles was a huge relief. 

"Okay, she's in room 226, on the second floor," 

"Thank you," 

"No Problem," Jillian said, flashing another smile. 

Beyoncé walked down the hall and to the elevator. She pressed the button and it lit up an orange color. Exactly thirty seconds later, the elevator doors opened. A white elderly couple walked out with what she assumed to be their granddaughter. She looked very sick, they were pushing her in a wheel chair. 

"She wants some fresh air," the older woman said to Beyoncé. 

Beyoncé just smiled and wished them a good day. She quickly stepped in the elevator and pressed the number two. The ride was very quick. When she got off a bunch of people were waiting to get on. She flashed them all a smile, something she tended to do to everyone, unlike Sade who used to have resting bitch face 24/7. 

The smell of Clorox and Lysol disinfectant spray filled her nostrils. It had been forever since she had been in a hospital and she now remembered how much she honestly hated them. When the room number 226 appeared before her she stood there, staring at the door. Part of her wanted to just turn back around and catch the next flight back to New York, but she decided against that. She had always told her patients to face their fears, and their problems head on. Now it was her turn to do the same. 

Slowly, she opened the door and there was her "mother" laying on the hospital bed. Hesitantly, she walked closer to the woman. When she finally got up to the bed, Tina turned her head and looked up at Beyoncé. She hadn't seen her daughter in years and she missed her, surprisingly. She had taken Beyoncé for granted when she was a child, still under her roof. When she left though, Tina felt broken and she realized she had learned to really love Beyoncé. 

"Hello," Beyoncé said to Tina, barely above a whisper. 

"Hello, take a seat," Tina said pointing to the blue cushioned chair next to the bed. 

Beyoncé did as she was told, and took a good look at Tina. Her hair was in a messy bun. It had thinned out a lot but still looked good. Her skin was a lot paler, almost greyish. Her lips were chapped and she was so much tinier. 

"How have you been?" Tina asked. 

"Great," Beyoncé said, deciding to keep it brief. 

"I missed you," she said, giving a weak smile. 

Beyoncé laughed, very loudly. 

"No you didn't," she hissed. 

"Yes Bey, I really did," Tina said, pleading with her daughter to understand her. 

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