"I'm sorry Marcie," Hecate murmured, continuing to stroke Marcie's head for as long as she wanted it. She understood secrets, she understood keeping the most personal and private things tucked deep inside, and she also understood how much it could hurt. "Having that choice taken away from you is hard. You still have choices to make about how to want to face the next few days, though. Have you thought about them? If you like, we can find you a doctor, or you can stay right here and see how you go. What would you like to do?"