"No, no, no..." Addison was shaking her head, a smile on her face, "Don't bring that up. Please, don't bring that-"

"What?" Weiss asked, "I had a good time."

Weiss and Savvy had shown up at the hospital to visit Addison. Savvy was sitting on the bed, stretched out next to Addison. Weiss was sitting in a chair next to the bed and Mark was sitting in his chair on the opposite side of the bed. For the past few hours, the time had been spent talking about the events in the past that they had enjoyed together. The most recent was the first and only Halloween party Addison and Derek had hosted five years ago.

"You only had a good time because you drank so much, Romeo." Savvy replied, giving her husband a look.

"Romeo?" Weiss leaned back in the chair, eyebrows drawn in confusion.

"We were Romeo and Juliet." Savvy laughed in slight embarrassment that Weiss honestly didn't remember.

"Jesus, Weiss, how much did you drink?" Mark asked, grinning, "I remember that night. The food was terribly burned."

Addison raised her hands, defensively, "Hey, hey, not my fault. The caterer cancelled and I had to cook something. Blame the caterer."

"Well, my most memorable moment of that night was when Mark let the teeny boppers crash the party." Savvy turned her head towards Mark.

"They were cute." Mark shrugged.

"They were sixteen." Savvy hissed.

"You were just happy because they showered you with attention." Addison directed her gaze to Mark, "I guess that's what happens when you dress as an underwear model for Halloween."

"Oh, yeah." Mark replied, "Well, I guess I should have brought a date then and dressed as something couple cute like Romero and Juliet or Batman and Catwoman."

"I was a damn sexy Catwoman." Addison emphasized, causing Weiss and Savvy to laugh. Mark shook his head, a smirk on his face.

Weiss began nodding, "I think I do remember that night. Wasn't there a fight?"

"I got clocked in the eye trying to break the two bastards up." Mark interjected, "Dave and Josh, right? Bastards."

Savvy put a hand to her mouth, "Oh, that's right. They were fighting over Ashley... not that I know why they were fighting over her."

"Who is Ashley with now?" Addison turned to Savvy.

Savvy smiled, "Pool boy."

Addison gasped, "Benjamin. Really..."

"You know his name?" Mark asked, glancing at Weiss, who shrugged, and then looking back to Addison and Savvy on the bed.

"He was very nice to look at." Addison nodded.

"He was." Savvy was nodding also.

"That's why we'll never get a pool boy." Addison's thoughts had drifted into the past, "Derek used to say that whenever Sav and I talked about Benjamin."

It grew quiet in the room. Addison was unaware, still lost in that moment when Derek had said those words while laughing slightly. Mark's mouth formed into a tight line. Savvy looked down at her hands while Weiss stared off at something past Mark's head. A low rumbling sounded from the direction of Weiss, causing Addison to be pulled back to reality. She recognized the sound and burst into laughter and was quickly joined by Savvy.

Savvy looked to her husband, "Was that you?"

"I'm hungry." Weiss replied with a shrug.

Savvy broke off her laughter, "I guess we need to get something to eat then."

"There's a few good places around here." Mark said, "I don't know if you want italian or-"

"No, we'll get something here." Savvy cut Mark off, shaking her head.

"No, no, go get something good to eat." Addison protested, "No hospital food for either of you. I'm putting my foot down."

Addison was in the process of forcing Savvy off the bed. Savvy stood, a smile on her face. Weiss stood from his chair and slipped his hand into Savvy's.

"Okay, okay." Savvy replied, "We'll bring you back dessert."

"We'll see you in a bit, Ad." Weiss nodded to Addison and then turned to Mark, "Mark, you coming with us?"

Mark shook his head, raising a declining hand, "No, I-"

"You should go." Addison cut in.

"I'd rather stay." Mark stated simply.

"Mark, you never leave." Savvy moved around the bed to Mark, "You need to get out. Take a break. It's fine."

"Yeah, come on." Weiss stepped closer to Mark as well.

"No, guys, go." Mark responded, "I'm not that hungry anyway."

"All right, then." Savvy moved back to Weiss and took his hand once more. She looked back at Mark, "Want us to bring you dessert back, too?"

Mark smiled, "No, I'm good."

"All right." Weiss shrugged, "We saw a nice looking place just on the corner. We should be back in a bit."

"The bistro." Addison spoke up, "Really great food."

"You remember the bistro?" Mark asked, causing all eyes to fall on Addison.

"Uh... yeah." Addison smiled, "I guess I do."

"We'll bring you back two desserts in that case." Savvy winked and Addison smiled wider.

Weiss led Savvy from the room. Addison shifted in bed, glad that her friends were here with her, helping to keep her grounded as well as lightening the stress and problems with her whole ordeal. Addison glanced over at Mark, who was watching her. She frowned.

"You should have went with them, Mark." Addison's tone dropped lower, disapprovingly.

"Your x-rays got pushed back." Mark replied, "I wanted to be here when you got them done."

"You don't have to be here all the time, Mark." Addison sighed, "I'm fine on my own."

"The last time I left you wound up with a collapsed lung, Addison." Mark narrowed his eyes.

Addison shut her mouth. He was right. She leaned her weight against the pillows behind her, wishing Savvy was still beside her. Addison sat up a little, her attention back on Mark.

"What do you know about Izzie and Denny?" Addison asked, nonchalantly.

"Izzie and Denny?" Mark repeated, brow furrowed, "What do you know about Izzie and Denny?"

"He died." Addison shrugged, and then added, almost unsure of herself, "She baked muffins."

Mark shrugged as well, "I only heard rumors about it. Wasn't here when it went down. Apparently, she killed the guy and he left her almost nine million dollars, but somehow, that doesn't sound quite right. I mean, she causes his death and gets almost nine mil., no cops involved. Weird." Mark realized Addison was staring at him with one eyebrow raised, "What do you remember about them?"

"Nothing." Addison answered, "I was just asking."

"If you don't remember, then how did you know about Denny?" Mark was studying Addison, wondering what she was hiding.

Addison shrugged, "A nurse mentioned it. I was curious. I thought maybe you would know."

Mark leaned back in his chair, "No. I don't."

"Okay, then."

"Okay."

An awkward silence fell between them. Addison leaned back on her pillows again, biting her lower lip. Mark was watching her, wondering what she was thinking about. It seemed strange that Addison would bring something up that was rumored to her, especially since it didn't apply to her in any way. Mark finally decided that she probably was curious as she had claimed. After all, Addison did enjoy the occasional gossip.

"I'm glad Savvy and Weiss are here." Addison spoke up.

"Yeah, it's really great of them to come out here." Mark agreed.

"Do you know how long they're staying for?" Addison asked, "Did they tell you?"

"Only a few days, I think." Mark answered, leaning back in his chair, "I don't think Weiss was able to get a lot of days off from work."

"Right." Addison nodded, quietly.

"What's wrong?" Mark noted a change in Addison's demeanor. She tended to do this when everyone was out of the room, but herself and Mark.

"Sometimes I don't think he's dead." Addison was staring at her bed sheets, "It doesn't make sense, right?" she looked to Mark, "I mean, how could Derek not be living anymore? How does someone just stop living?" Addison paused, her words lingering before beginning again, "My heart almost stops every time I realize I'm never going to speak to him again. I'll never hear his voice again... Or see that smile. It's... a lot sometimes."

Addison had tears in her eyes. Mark remained quiet, waiting to see if she continued. Addison tore her eyes from Mark and looked across the room, silently commanding her tears to go away. She sniffed and tried to collect herself.

"I know, Ad." Mark's voice was barely audible, "I know."