It wasn't as though he had an abundance of experience when it came to this situation, but Chase thought that the trick might be to breathe. In, then out, and then in again, as he listened to his stepmother haltingly explain what happened to Rowan Chase without an ounce of medical terminology within her words.

'Passed away' and 'long battle'; one that Chase hadn't known about until the obituary.

This time, he is ready for it, and so the news rattled him, but when he heard Kayla's voice calling for him, Chase gently hung up the phone, recited her chart again in his mind (he would never forget it, never forget her kids, never forget her) and turned, offering the bedside manner smile that Foreman had always hated. "Kayla," he breathed out, pain lurking in his eyes, but not in his tone. "Hi. Would you like to head into an examination room? We can talk more privately there."