There is a knock at the door of Wilson's room, and Mary quickly scurries off of the bed and into the chair.
"Mr. West…" the doctor says walking in, his head buried in Wilson's chart. He looked to be about thirty-five years old, light brown hair, and a little on the short side.
"Yes." Wilson answers.
"Hello I'm Dr. Connelly." He lifts his head up, and looks in the direction of Mary. "And who is this fine young lady. Please tell me it's your sister."
"No, actually I'm his girlfriend." Mary responds.
"Oh, well isn't that a shame." He turns to Wilson. "You've got yourself a fine looking woman."
Wilson isn't really sure how to respond to that comment. "Well, she's very special to me."
"I'm sure." Dr. Connelly says. "So, um, I'm going to have to take your bandages off. I don't know if those gorgeous eyes of yours will be able to stand this," he says, staring straight at Mary.
Mary tries her best to shrug off the sexist comment, and turns toward Wilson. He can tell by the look on her face that she would prefer not to see his arm. "You can go, its OK."
"Really? You sure?" She asks him.
"Yes."
"Thanks," she says, kissing him lightly on the cheek before standing up. "I'll just be right outside the door."
As Mary walks to the door, she can feel Dr. Connelly's eyes following her the entire time. She puts her hand on the door, and turns around to give Wilson a final look, making sure that this was OK. Mary notices the doctor giving her a once over, eyeing her entire body. She walks out the door disgusted. Instead of just standing there, she decides to listen to them through the door. She couldn't help but thinking as she was doing this, though, that maybe Ruthie was rubbing off on her.
"Wow." Dr. Connelly says to Wilson. "She looks like she'd be good in the sack, eh?" He says, raising his eyebrows.
Wilson had no clue how to react to that statement, and lucky for him, Mary burst through the door at that second. She runs straight in, and gets right in the doctor's face.
"Listen, Mister, you have no right to talk about me that way. I barely said two words to you, and you have me all figured out, don't you? You make me sick, you really do. Now, one more word out of your mouth regarding me, and I'll be out of here so fast complaining to anyone who will listen you won't believe it. Got it?" She yells, two inches from his face. Mary looks like she's going to slap him, and Wilson wouldn't blame her, but he really wishes she isn't going to.
"Ok, ok. Don't have a cow." He says, as Mary backs off. He turns and looks at Wilson. "So, how are you feeling?"
"Like I'm ready to go home." Wilson snaps.
"Everything seems to be fine, I think you can go now. I'll just go fill out the paperwork, and you'll be out of here in an hour- tops." He says sheepishly, trying to get out of the room and away from Mary as fast as possible.
"Thank you." Wilson says, and Dr. Connelly leaves.
Mary gets up and starts to pace back and forth around the room.
"I've had it, you know, I've really had it. I mean, he's a doctor, he's old, my boyfriend's in the hospital, and I told him you were my boyfriend! How much more of an idiot do you have to be?"
"I agree with you. He's a jerk."
"A major jerk." Mary says, finally sitting back down on the side of the bed. "But that's why I'm lucky to have you. You'd never do anything like that to me, or any woman. You're a real man, a gentleman."
"Why thank you." He says. "And Mare, I wanted to ask you before."
"Yes?"
"Are you better now?"
She smiles, "Yeah, thanks."
"Do you want to talk before we go back to your parents' house? I think we should."
"Not really." She says being completely honest. "Why, do you?"
"Kind of. But if you're not ready to, we can wait."
"I wish this would all just go away. I wish I could go away- bury myself in a hole and never come out."
"You don't mean that."
"Yes, I do."
"But the truth is, though, you can't bury yourself in a hole." Wilson says, picking up Mary's hand. "And this isn't going to go away either."
"I know, but I- just not right now, OK?"
"Ok." He says soothingly. Wilson leans in and kisses Mary lightly on the lips, and she returns the kiss. "But I don't understand Mare." He says after they pull away from each other "We've talked about difficult subjects before, and you were always so good at it, so mature."
"But this is different. This isn't just about us. It's about us, and my family, and Lucy, and everything. And I don't think I have the energy to do it right now."
"I think you're underestimating yourself."
Mary looks away from Wilson and tears stream down her face. He puts his hand on her shoulder, but she takes it off. She wipes her eyes, and stands up. "I'll be right back, OK?"
"Fine." He says sounding slightly frustrated. He really thought he was going to get through to her. But, of course it didn't work, and now she's mad at him.
Ten minutes later, Mary reenters the room. She sits on the bed, and lies down on top of Wilson.
"I'm sorry." Wilson says to her. "Are you mad at me?"
Mary shakes her head. "I'm mad at myself. But I don't want to be alone right now, I need to be with you."
"I need to be with you, too, now more than ever."