There's a little bit of pee in my underpants.
Hold it. Use your lady muscles.
Hop up here, Son. Come on. Me and Chloe have got to get back to the ER.
Nights are busy.
Sucks for you guys.
We're half full up here.
Hey, can you hear that?
That's the soothing sound of the ICU at night.
No bullets. No body lice.
No feces being hurled through the air.
Just the sound of oxygen being pumped through the lungs of the elderly.
Stop stalling. Let's see who's got the biggest bladder.
I have 25 bucks on this.
All right.
Okay.
Come on.
Ooh! 424 ccs!
Ooh, I expected more from you.
Callahan, you're next.
All right. Move it.
Hit me.
549 ccs!
Nice. Damn!
Irish much?
So, what are you guys doing?
Nothing.
Jake. Back to bed. Asthma exacerbation and escape artist.
Come on.
Okay. Me next. Me next.
Good luck, sunshine. I've been training for this one my whole life.
Three brothers. One bathroom. Ha!
658 ccs! What are you, part camel?
I was beer pong champion at Penn. No pee breaks.
Suck it! Pay up, people.
It's the ER. 911.
Oh, wait. Wait.
There was a prison riot at Trowbridge.
The prison ward at Newark's full.
They're sending the rest of the guys here.
Why do we always get the shaft when there's overflow?
Is that even safe?
Probably not.
Nights are supposed to be easy.
I really have to pee.
All right, I need your attention.
The critical patients will be admitted to a cordoned-off section of the ICU.
Guards will be stationed at the elevator.
Everyone goes through a checkpoint.
Stable patients are treated in the ER.
There will be one guard with each prisoner at all times.
Yes, Captain. All right.
Let's go.
Who's that hot guy over there?
I don't know. He looks like a cute Harris.
I know. That's so weird. That guy is, like, Harris' cute avatar.
I would totally do cute Harris.
Are you guys high? That is Harris.
He just shaved his beard.
Oh, my God. We were all just eye-raping Harris.
Here we go.
Chloe. Triage.
Hello. My name is Chloe, and I will be your nurse.
Yum.
Puncture wound at the left sternal border, fifth intercostal space.
BP 124 over 74, pulse 90.
All right. Any chest pain or shortness of breath?
Not really.
B-2. Right here.
I'm Angel. I'll be taking care of you.
You got anybody a little more female?
Removing ox line.
Ready? One, two, three.
Hey. Watch it with the hands. I don't swing that way.
I wasn't flirting, amigo. Trust me. You'll know if I do.
Did you see what stabbed you?
Yeah, a big black dude.
I want chest X-ray and blood tests to make sure you're all right.
21st Street Kings?
What's it to you?
Grew up on Wilkinson.
Neck pain with tingling in the right hand. Good vitals.
What happened? Cheated at checkers.
Someone jumped him in the riot. Had him in a headlock.
Squeeze my hand.
It hurts. Radicular pain.
Nice place you guys got here. You get HBO?
You might have a vertebral fracture. Let's get you to CT.
911. What's going on?
We've got a stab wound to the eye. BP is 150 over 105.
Pulse, 120.
My eye!
I just need to take a look here, sir. Don't touch me!
Sir, I just need to take a quick look under here. Don't touch me!
Pulse ox 99 on room air.
All right. Now is the light on or off? Can you see...
I can't see nothing! Okay. All right. Okay.
Ten of Haldol. Stay off me! No!
JELANl: Take care. It's all right.
Get off of me! Just be calm. It's all good.
Lost the IV.
Did the Haldol go in?
Yep. Let's get him to the OR.
Somebody page me?
ID, please. Mmm-hmm.
Hey. Hey. You.
Yeah.
How's it going? Pretty crazy, huh?
Yeah. You be careful, okay?
I'm a big girl.
So, I guess this kind of ruined your day off.
Oh, not really. I went surfing.
It was cold, but it was great.
And then, I finished that book Game Change. And I ate kale for lunch.
Which makes me better than you. And...
You know what?
Shut up.
Don't be threatened. How's the therapy going?
Does my name ever come up?
So, your CT came back normal.
That's a good thing, right?
Can you feel this?
No.
Oh, God. What, am I going to be paralyzed or something?
Am I going to lose function of my little man?
Uh, we don't know. Mmm.
We're going to need an MRI to find out if you have a spinal cord injury.
Three months until I'm out and I get jacked in a prison riot.
Great. Sucks to be me.
Maybe it's just karma.
I'm not like a serial rapist or anything,
if that's what you're thinking.
So, what did you do?
Got drunk at a party freshman year.
I was 19 and stupid and drove home anyway.
I ran a light and I hit another car.
Killed a woman and her daughter.
Doris Caldwell. Her daughter's name was Georgia.
She was almost eight.
I know. I get it. It's bad.
You can stop looking at me like that now.
So, what happened?
The jerk-off put his candy bar on the radiator,
threw it at my face.
Hmm. So, that's nougat.
Okay.
Excuse me? Hi.
I'm here to visit a patient.
Sorry. We can't have any visitors.
Uh, we have a special situation.
Is Angel Garcia working tonight?
I'm an old friend.
Hey, Angel.
Your patient, Francisco Reyes?
He's the number two in the Kings.
Okay.
Someone tried to kill him tonight. Started this whole thing.
Now, this place isn't ready for something like this.
Just keep your eyes open. I know you know this world.
Yeah. Unfortunately.
Hey, Angel. Um, you've got a visitor downstairs.
Somebody named Camilla.
What?
I don't know. Chloe called.
Okay. I got it.
Hey.
Anything weird happens here tonight, you call me, okay?
You worried about me all of a sudden?
Sorry. I've got to take this.
Hey, Erin. What's up?
Hey. So, I talked to our lawyer about your hospice care friend.
Yeah, what did he say?
He says there's no way she should do what this lady's asking.
Assisted suicide is a second-degree crime in Jersey.
She gets caught, she's looking at five, ten years.
Wow.
Hey, I've got to run. I'll see you at Pilates next week.
Yeah, sure.
How did he do?
Uh, stable. We had to perform an enucleation.
Took the whole eyeball out.
What the hell did you do to my eye?
What is this boy doing here? I need two of Versed!
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
Hold him down. Hold him down.
Sir, you need to calm down.
JELANl: Just hold him down. Get off of me!
Sonia!
Get off me! Stop!
How did you get through the checkpoint?
I don't know. I wanted to see what was going on over here.
He's supposed to be on the other side.
Come on. Back to bed. Second time tonight.
Good job, guys. Really. Great. Air-tight security.
Hop up there.
All right, Jake? These are dangerous men.
I need you to stay in bed, okay? I am not kidding.
I am not smiling. Not even a little bit.
Tell me you understand.
I understand. Good.
Now, sleep tight.
Oh, one second. Hey. Listen. Uh, you guys seem to have things covered.
Mind if I take off? I've kind of got plans.
You're kidding, right?
I'll be right back.
Angel!
Oh, my God.
Look at you. You're all grown up.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
My boyfriend got hurt. Bad.
And they said that I couldn't see him.
But I thought, since we're friends, maybe...
That was a long time ago.
I know.
I just thought maybe you could help me out.
What's his name?
Francisco Reyes.
What's with the tux? You getting married?
I was getting an award.
Biggest disappointment to his mother?
What can I do for you, Dom?
They call you in because of the riot?
How did you know? I started it.
This kid, Francisco,
he's dealing dope for the 21st Street Kings
from the inside, in my neighborhood.
I need to make him disappear, except my guys on the inside
didn't finish the job.
Okay, Dom, let me stop you right there.
2:00 tonight, a guy is going to stop by to visit Francisco.
He's in Room 511.
Your job is to make sure he stays there.
I don't recall accessory to murder
being part of the Hippocratic oath.
What's the matter? You never lost a patient?
Not on purpose.
This is ridiculous. It's not going to work. There are guards everywhere.
Took care of it.
Pretty ballsy coming here yourself.
Why? What, do you think I'm going to let them catch my face on a security camera?
Come on. This is New Jersey. Half of them don't work, anyway.
As a matter of fact, maybe I should kill you right now.
I wish you would, Dom.
The night is still young, douche bag.
We're going down.
All right. Bring him over here.
Hey. You know, I got this.
The MRI's just down a floor. It's not like he's going anywhere.
Hell, no.
Come on. Come on, homes. What's wrong?
Hey! Stop! Whoa!
Who are you? What's your business here?
Don't shoot. I'm looking for Veronica Callahan.
I'm...
I'm Veronica.
Veronica Callahan, you've been served.
Hey. What are you doing here?
Signing these divorce papers.
I guess it was pretty urgent and important to you,
since you decided to serve me at work
in front of all of my co-workers.
Whoa, slow down. Hey. Hold on.
No, Mike.
It's fine. Oh, and by the way, I'm not going out with Chris anymore.
So, if this was some kind of a spiteful revenge serving.
Well... I guess it worked.
You guys are done. Jeez, that was fast.
There.
You're out. No biggie.
I mean, we all saw this coming, right?
Hey.
Next.
So, I guess it's time to change my status to "Divorced. "
Oh, you just need nachos. Nachos will make everything better.
Why not?
Getting fat would just be the cherry on the divorced-at-28 sundae.
Next.
Hi.
Can we get three burritos al pastor,
a carne asada torta,
and an order of nachos for the sad blonde one?
And can you make it fast? We have 15 minutes.
You're number 25.
Angel. Chloe. What are you doing here? Who's manning the ER?
Hey, Cayenne. How's the, uh, UTI?
It's good, girl. But now, I'm a little itchy down in the girly business.
Well, come in tomorrow. We have cream for that.
Okay, I'm on it.
Later.
Oh, Harris was looking for you, by the way.
Says your boyfriend missed his impact test.
Really? That's not like him.
Well, you know, teenagers are irresponsible.
You know what? He's almost 22.
He's just three years younger than me.
And this is what he looks like shirtless.
What?
Okay. Mmm-hmm.
You're awfully quiet tonight.
No. Just tired.
Are you ever going to tell me what's going on, secret-keeper?
Nothing. Nothing is going on.
Oh, um, you know what I wanted to ask you?
What was up with that girl that walked into the ER? Camilla.
Oh. We went to high school together.
Oh, my God. Was that Prom Date Camilla?
Yeah. What?
You never told me you went to prom.
Mmm-hmm.
Wow!
Oh.
Well, at least you didn't have to give it up in the back seat
of an Accord station wagon afterwards.
You slept with a girl. Holy...
I may have test-driven the vehicle,
but obviously it wasn't the ride for me.
Well, what happened between you guys?
Turns out that girls you slept with don't like it when you tell them you're gay.
And she just never talked to me again.
I don't know. Believe me, I tried.
Well, it's been a long time. Maybe she's changed.
Maybe. 25!
Ooh. Order's up.
So, good news. Your MRI came back clear.
So, I'm not paralyzed?
No. Yes!
Just some muscle strain. Mmm-hmm.
So...
You've got three months until your big release. Any plans?
Hmm. Convicted felon with no college degree?
Yeah. The world is my oyster.
I hear Lady Foot Locker has a great benefits package.
Well, you know, I did develop a bit of a foot fetish on the inside.
Or you could go back to school. Finish your degree.
Yeah, I doubt they let 30-year-old ex-cons in the dorms.
Fine. Online, then. It's possible.
Yeah, I know.
Just, sometimes I forget what it's like to be normal.
I know what you mean.
Yeah?
Two tours in Iraq.
Hmm.
Lady Hurt Locker.
Good one.
Hey. You think you could hook me up with some juice?
Apple, orange, whatever. I mean, all they've got in prison is Tang.
I'll see what I can do.
God, this place is great.
Whoa. What was that?
Huh? Oh, nothing. I just...
I got into a scuffle a couple of days ago. So, it's just a little sore.
Does this hurt?
You need a chest X-ray. Make sure you don't have any broken ribs.
They could puncture a lung.
No. Hey. Come on. Don't you think I've already wasted
enough of the taxpayers' money?
It's cheaper than a funeral.
Hey. I have to legally warn you that that machine in there
emits moderate doses of radiation.
Really?
It's nothing, though.
I mean, unless you're looking to have kids in the next few years.
Why don't I just...
I'm going to stay out here.
He's got cuffs on, so he won't be a problem.
You have two minutes.
What?
Francisco.
Are you okay?
It's nothing.
Baby. How are you doing? How's Michaela?
She's good.
She misses her dad.
We have to start the scan now, okay?
I'm sorry. You're going to have to keep still.
Okay.
Thank you.
What are you doing here? I thought Harris was his doc.
I think I'm a little more qualified to handle this.
Where's the guard?
He stepped out. Look, I'm doing a favor for a friend.
Get her out of here. Get the guard back in here. Now!
Didn't know you were such a stickler for the rules.
Let's see. What have we got?
Got a tiny puncture wound to the heart, but it's clotted off.
There's some blood in the pericardial sac,
but not enough to cause trouble.
The body should resorb it over time.
He was short of breath in the ER.
Yeah?
Probably just nerves.
How you feeling, Francisco?
Pretty good.
Excellent. We're going to monitor you overnight, but you're going to be fine.
Really?
Yeah.
Hey, Andy. What are you doing?
Chloe? I didn't know who else to call.
What's wrong?
I don't know where I am right now.
I'm pretty freaked out.
What? Are you okay?
No. I don't know where I am.
I need some help, Chloe.
Okay. It's going to be okay, Andy.
Chloe, what's happening to me?
It's okay. I'm here now.
Everything is going to be okay.
I don't know how I ended up at my old high school.
It was like a blackout, only I wasn't drinking.
Have you been playing?
There was a scrimmage the other day.
That guy, Doug, was killing it. I had to play.
Did you get hit or tackle anyone?
It was no big deal. I promise.
Even minor head trauma can make it worse.
You have to go to the hospital.
Uh...
This is serious.
See right there? The 20 yard line?
State championship 2005.
Linebacker tackles me, separates my shoulder.
I kept playing. I played the whole game.
160 yards total. We won by 20.
See, I remembered all that. Doesn't that count for something?
This is the only thing I'm good at.
It's the only thing I ever wanted to do.
What if there's something wrong?
If there's something wrong, we'll fix it.
You have to take the test. For me.
I'm sorry, Chloe.
I'm real sorry. I can't. I've got to go.
Hey. What are you still doing here?
I was just talking to the inmates.
We're trying to find out why the riot started.
You look tired, Son.
That's not a nice thing to say to a girl.
You sleeping okay?
Why do you care if I'm sleeping? I'm fine.
I'm always in trouble. What are you in time out for?
I did something against the rules.
What happened to the guard? What is wrong with you guys?
Hey, Jake. What the hell, man?
He was telling me a story.
The story of his incarceration? Very nice. Let's go.
But you said you were sorry, right?
Why didn't they forgive you?
Because I lied, kid. And now, I'm being punished for it.
It's past your bedtime, anyway. Go on. Get out of here.
Come on, Jake. Let's go.
Good night, Tubbs.
Hey, Jake. That guy was a scary dude.
He's not that scary. He's scared of Sonia.
Well, she's pretty scary.
Why is he scared of me?
He said he's afraid of needles.
Maybe you can give him some of that numby cream,
like you gave me.
That's a good idea, Jake.
What's going on?
Just going to take an ultrasound image of your heart.
See how your condition's progressing.
Hmm...
Okay. There doesn't seem to be any further accumulation of blood.
Is that a good sign?
Yeah. Very good.
You know what? I'm not so sure.
What?
I think there might be a bubble in the heart.
Bubble?
We're gonna need a bubble scanner.
Chloe! A little help here.
Where are we going?
We need a bubble scanner, stat.
Excuse me? What's a bubble scanner?
Procedure room. Now, Chloe.
You've been listening to his chest for, like, five minutes.
I'm trying to appreciate an Ewart's sign.
What about the bubble?
Oh, that's right.
Chloe, turn on the bubble scanner.
No. Because I don't know what a bubble scanner is.
Okay.
Here we go.
Okay. Looks like we're clear. All clear.
Chloe, give me the nitro spray.
But he's not even having any chest pain.
That's an order, Nurse. Nitro spray. Now.
What's going on, man?
Just making sure you're okay.
Open your mouth. Lift up your tongue.
Three sprays? That will kill him.
Kill me? You'll be fine.
Pressure's down to 60 over 40. I told you.
Squeeze in a liter of saline.
What happened? Pressure dropped. He's in cardiac tamponade.
I'm going to need to drain the blood from around the heart.
Pericardiocentesis tray.
Are you serious?
I'll prep the chest.
Okay. He's ready to go.
Okay.
Give you a little bit of numbing medicine.
500 ccs of saline in.
Keep it coming.
Got you.
Drawing back 20 ccs.
That's all?
Pressure's up to 128 over 78.
Excellent.
Vitals Q 30 minutes. Repeat ultrasound in an hour.
Take over for me?
Listen. That wasn't what it looked like, okay?
Oh. You didn't just try to kill a guy in there?
No. I saw Damiano in here earlier.
Maybe we're dating.
I don't know what that was in there, but you just lost me.
Hey, thanks for the juice.
Grape wouldn't have been my first choice.
I can just take that right back, you know.
Okay. So, we're going to have to take you down to the X-ray room,
take a look at that rib. We need to transfer him to the wheelchair.
Hey, can you hold this?
Thanks.
What the... Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up!
What... What are you... Shut up.
What... No!
Dale, what the hell are you doing?
What does it look like? This is my only shot. I'm sorry.
Dale, no. Listen to me. This is not your shot. You're getting out soon.
I had five bags of meth on me when the riot broke out, okay?
I had to swallow them. I have to get out of here, now.
Meth?
Why?
Why do you think? Because I'm a criminal.
Dale, come on. No. Wait... No.
You're not. You're a good guy who did a bad thing.
It was really nice getting to know you, Veronica.
And I'm not just saying that because you're the only girl
I've talked to in nine years.
Dale! What are you doing? Dale?
This isn't going to work.
I need some help in here!
I'm handcuffed to a bed.
I saw him climb up into the ceiling. He's got to be up here somewhere.
Dale! I...
This is not funny, boy!
Why would he try to escape? I thought he was almost out.
He's got drugs in his stomach. Five bags of meth.
All right. I am the Emergency Preparedness Coordinator.
I've memorized the blueprints for the entire floor.
Really?
The crawl space from Dale's room goes across here...
And then...
Dead-ends in there. That's the only place he could be.
Dale, I'm not kidding. I will shoot you. I swear to God, I'll do it.
No. You cannot shoot into the ceiling. There are oxygen lines up there.
You could blow the whole place up.
Not to mention kill a patient on the sixth floor.
Go find me a ladder and an ax.
You hear that, Dale? I'm getting an ax.
Dale?
The drugs in your stomach could kill you. You need to come down here.
We're going to help you.
Dale!
Oh, no, you don't.
Hey, do you really want to be in a crawl space with a criminal?
Let's think this through, shouldn't we?
What am I doing? I don't know.
You're right.
Come down, dummy.
All right.
We need a crash cart! And a back board!
Okay. Where does it hurt?
My head.
His chest is clear. Pulse is strong.
Tachy at 120.
Okay. His pelvis is stable.
He's diaphoretic.
BP is off the charts at 260 over 142. The baggies tore.
Dale? Why didn't you tell me this when you got here?
Come on, Veronica. There's no going back. You know that.
Okay.
Okay, let's get him up to the OR.
Cut him open and get that crap out of his system.
Let's go.
I'm looking for Dr. Harris. I'm here for a test.
You're here. Yeah.
I'll find Dr. Harris. He's here.
Maybe we can do the test right now.
Okay.
The pool of blood around his heart got a little bigger
and he lost consciousness for a while.
But Dr. Briggs drained it. He's stable now. He'll be fine.
Thank God.
Listen. I know it's not my place, but...
Francisco?
Is he really the kind of guy you want to be with?
I mean, you've got a kid, right?
It's really nice of you to care, Angel, but...
I got it under control.
I should go. I have to pick up Michaela from the neighbors.
Michaela, huh? Yeah.
You got a picture? You know, I don't.
Maybe next time.
Hey, Angel?
I know it was a really long time ago and you probably don't even care,
but...
I'm sorry I cut you out of my life.
I was 17 and dumb.
Anyway, it was really nice to see you again.
You seem great.
Like you made a nice life for yourself.
Yeah. I guess I did.
The prison clinic will administer your pain meds over the next week.
And they'll also fit you for the prosthetic eye.
Are you okay? No. Look.
I'm just a little nervous, you know.
Going back.
I hate it there.
Yeah, I can imagine.
No. You can't.
Bovie and pickups.
Systolic's over 220.
Going up on the phentolamine.
Okay. Here we go.
From the stomach...
Three intact
bags of ice.
How the hell do you swallow that?
And two torn ones in the duodenum.
That's a lot of meth.
V- fib.
Charging 360. Bagging on 100%.
Clear.
Still fib. 300 of amiodarone.
Starting compressions.
Veronica.
We have to. He's a young guy.
We have to try.
What?
A word?
Okay. This is what happened.
When I was in medical school, I met a girl.
She was beautiful, she was older, and she was a crazy bitch.
Almost married her.
Where is this going?
She was Dom's baby sister.
Long story short, I got into some trouble,
they got me out of it, and now, I owe them.
Is that why we had to glue Dom's penis back on?
Mmm-hmm.
Tonight, they called in a favor.
They wanted a clean shot at Francisco.
You were trying to save him.
That's right.
Okay.
What? What do you want from me?
Am I now supposed to think you're this amazing guy
for not allowing someone to get murdered in a hospital?
Just telling you the situation.
Great. What happens now?
You didn't do what they wanted you to do.
I don't know.
I guess I don't sit with my back to a door and sleep less.
I'll see you, Payne.
Unless, of course, I get into a car accident.
Hey. Are you done?
Okay, Andy.
Your test score has, unfortunately, further deteriorated.
Your memory and reaction time are worse.
We just have to hope that time will help.
And there's no guarantee that your symptoms will ever diminish.
What are you saying? I'm never going to get better?
We'll just have to wait and see.
And in the meantime, protect your brain from further damage.
He can't play anymore?
What? No. Wait. Stop. Don't even say that.
Andy? I'm afraid Chloe is right.
You'll have to stop playing football. For good.
Hey. Going home. See you later.
What?
What's going on, Sonia?
I'm in trouble. I did something.
What did you do?
Lauren Kempton didn't die of natural causes.
She begged me to help her end her life.
Sonia. I said no.
But she took a bottle of acetaminophen.
It would have been a slow, agonizing death.
She wanted to die, so I didn't call 911.
You shouldn't be telling me this.
I opened a bottle of morphine, put a straw in it, and I handed it to her.
Why are you telling me this?
Because Paul knows.
He knows I helped Lauren kill herself.
And now, there's a guy from the insurance company following me.
I am really scared. I don't know what to do.
I need your help. Please.
Sonia, I'm a cop.
I can't do this. You shouldn't have told me any of this.
Clear.
Asystole.
Okay. I don't think he's coming back.
I know that, but we said 30 minutes. It's only been 26.
Why are you so upset? He did this to himself.
Because he had a shot at a normal life.
Yeah. Right.
What? Is that so impossible to believe?
After what he's been through,
that he could have a normal life?
For some people, I guess it's harder than for others.
Seems pretty easy for you.
What does that mean?
Well, you were in the same war I was,
but you just go on with your life, reading and surfing
and getting five servings of fruits and vegetables every day.
Do you ever think that maybe that's a choice?
That despite all the things that we lived through over there,
I choose to go on with my life. Every day.
Even when it's not easy.
We all have a choice, Veronica,
and you just choose Scotch and anger.
Absent doll's eye. No corneal reflex.
Brain stem failure.
Bled in the brain from the OD. Stop compressions.
I'm calling it.
Okay. 7:08 a. m.
I'm sorry, Dale.
You just choose, huh?
Must be nice.
Hey, spaz. You didn't give me a chance to explain.
Explain what?
I get it. We're over. It's okay.
I filed these papers six months ago.
That's the waiting period in the state of New Jersey.
You're separated for six months, then you can get divorced.
So they know you're sure, or whatever.
Nice to know they're looking out for us.
Can you sit down? Please.
Okay, here's the thing.
Six months ago,
I didn't understand what you'd been through over there.
I thought I did, but I didn't.
I know everybody wanted you to be okay.
I mean, I wanted you to be okay.
Your family wanted you to be okay.
That dopey doctor wanted you to be okay.
And you're not.
I'm trying, Mike.
I know you are.
You know, sometimes I think you never really came back home.
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
I know it's not something you chose.
It's what happened.
So, we have these papers here.
We could rip them up.
Or we could just put them away for a while.
Or we could file them.
I don't know what's gonna happen to us, but I
feel like we need to get a divorce in order to find out.
We can call it a fresh start.
Do you really think there is such a thing?
Yes. I do.
No. No. No.
I'm not falling for your witchcraft.
What? You kissed me.
Yeah. Right.
You're not ready for this, babe. You keep healing and
maybe we can talk.
If you tell my mom about this, I'll kill you.
I'm calling her right now.
Bye, ex-husband.
Re-married by 2013. Bet you a million bucks.
You wish.