The elevator gave a reassuring ding upon landing on the thirteen floor. The doors opened to reveal an average-looking hospital corridor with the familiar smell of disinfectant and vomit. A doctor in a stained white coat entered with an attractive young Hispanic nurse.
"What do you mean, no?" Asked the doctor to the nurse.
"I mean no." Replied the nurse.
They seem to not notice the four other people in the cramped tin box who ever desperately trying to appear as if they weren't listening despite the fact that it was impossible not too.
"I thought you said you liked her?" Asked the doctor.
The nurse turned to face him with anger in her eyes, "I did until I found out she was your former fiancé. A fact that you did not mention to me, which by the way we will be discussing in further detail at some point in the future I can assure you."
"Okay, she was my fiancé five years ago. So what? That doesn't change anything between us."
"Of course it does."
"What?"
"What?"
"What does it change between us?"
The nurse stumbled over herself as she frantically searched for the appropriate words to form a sentence that could reasonably be called a response. "Yeah, well, she was your fiancé. Plus she is, like, dead drop gorgeous."
The doctor tried his hardest to appear innocent, "Is she?"
From his wheelchair Xander struggled just as hard to suppress a smirk.
"Is she?" Exploded the nurse. "She is six foot plus, blonde as a Swede, leggy as a giraffe, and has massive…"
The doctor quickly interrupted her suddenly becoming aware of the silent audience. "Meera." He gestured to the audience with his eyes and the nurse seemed to understand. She returned to facing the front of the elevator and said no more.
The elevator gave another reassuring ping to signal it had reached the first floor. Buffy made the apologies as they wheeled Xander out forcing the doctor and the nurse up against the opposite sides of the tin box. As soon as they negotiated their exit the doors shut together. They all looked at each other with a mixture of confusion and excitement. Xander was the first to speak, "Okay. That was weird."
They all rushed to agree.
He continued, "Why would he choose a leggy blonde over her? She was hot!"
Perhaps the only other way he could have achieved the silence he did would have been if he revealed he was, in fact, the second gunman on the grassy knoll in Dallas on November 22nd, 1963, and that his employer was the Coca Cola Company.
Xander didn't understand why absolute silence had greeted his last observation. "What?" He said. "She was."
Willow rolled her eyes and started to push his wheelchair in the direction of a large set of double doors with the word 'exit' written above in green writing. "Oh, Xander. You just don't understand women, do you?"
Xander looked as if he was about to disagree with this statement but he relaxed back in his chair. "Yeah, I know."
The three women strode through the double doors behind the slouching seated figure of Xander. As they passed through they were hit by a bright burst of sunshine. The women all instantly put on fashionable shades as if enacting a homage to the Blues Brothers. Xander, noticing this, complained, "Hey! Why didn't I get any shades?"
No one answered him; they were too busy imagining how cool they must look. After a few second of that the group continued moving forward into the well-landscaped garden.
"No, seriously, why didn't I get any shades?"