Lisa lets out one, tiny sob when Wilson rubs her back, that surely would not be noticeable to any one watching them, but wouldn't escape Wilson's powers of observation.

"With my luck, I'll be in for films by the weekend and you'll be scheduling me for a biopsy."

Her mouth forms into a grimace, realizing that if you are trying to be funny when it comes to cancer, you have to actually be funny or it falls really flat.

"If you need me - for an emergency or you have a question about one of my charts - I live with Alanna, just pass me a note through her. I'll see you." She says, not quite sure. She can feel a tightness in her chest she is not quite sure can be blamed on her cough. "Yeah... okay. Thanks, again."