Ginger, Mint and Death. Again.

After Niles was feeling better, he took Jasmine for Chinese. He bought her a dress and flowers. The dress was pale lavender, and the flowers were white roses.

They arrived at the restaurant for 6 o'clock. It was full of couples; old couples, young couples.

"Jasmine?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They ordered dim sum. Before they ordered, Jasmine made sure to ask if there was any mint or ginger in the food (which the waiter assured there wasn't after talking to the chef).

"Thanks for taking such good care of me during-" Niles starts.

"Don't worry," Jasmine interrupts, "I vowed in sickness and in health. I really don't mind, I know you would have done the same for me... except you probably would have put some sort of mask on..."

Niles laughs, "Probably."

"Thanks for the dress, it's very lovely."

"I knew you would look beautiful in it."

Jasmine smiled.

"I mean it. Of course, you look beautiful in anything; you could pull off a garbage bag."

"I'm glad you think so. Garbage bags are totally in next season, very chic." Jasmine laughs.

"I hear that Armani is getting a new line of them in."

"Can I buy one in every colour?" Jasmine takes a sip of water.

"Absolutely." The meal arrives.

"Do you want to try chopsticks?" Jasmine pushes a second pair towards Niles.

"Fine, I'll try. I don't think I'll be any good, but I'll try."

"It's really quite easy. You just hold it with your hand, like so." Jasmine showed Niles how to hold the chopsticks and pick stuff up with them.

"This is easy." Niles picks something up with his chopsticks. Jasmine, laughing, steals the food from his chopsticks and eats it.

"Hey, I think that was cheating." Niles laughs.

"All's fair in love and dim sum." Jasmine laughs, and then a strange look clouds her eyes.

"Jasmine? What's wrong?"

"I think I'm having a reaction."

"A reaction?"

"An allergic reaction." Her hand goes up to her throat.

"How is that possible? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Jasmine starts to breathe faster.

"What do I do?" Niles starts to freak out.

"Get my EpiPen."

"In your purse?"

"Where else would it be?"

"Okay." Niles grabs her purse and starts rummaging through it.

"Just dump it." Jasmine tells Niles, which he does.

"Do you know how to use one?"

"Yes. But it's been awhile."

"Just give it to me." And she uses it on herself.

Niles calls the waiter over, "Can you call an ambulance? She's going into anaphylactic shock."

"How is that possible? I told the chef, no ginger, no mint."

"Just make the call please." Niles asks.

"Yes." The waiter runs into the kitchen. The chef comes running out, "I put almost no ginger in the food."

"Almost?" Jasmine breathes.

After an excruciating five minutes the ambulance arrived. Niles rode with Jasmine to the hospital.

"Niles?" Jasmine whispers.

"Yes?"

"I can't go to a hospital..."

"I'll stay with you as much as they let me."

"Okay..."

"I am so sorry."

"This wasn't your fault."

"Some date..."

"Definitely, not a top ten. But one we'll always remember." Jasmine laughs, weakly.