The recovery room, Victoria is in bed reading and drinking some coffee, her bed filled with clutter. After a while, Chris is wheeled in by another nurse, a man. Chris is still woozy from the anesthetic and is very tired.

"You ring the bell if you need something, alright?" The nurse says. Chris nods, still in a daze, the nurse leaves.

"Hello." Victoria is bright.

But Chris is weary, his voice is very hoarse, weak and tired, "Oh... hey, how you doing."

"Oh fine, fine. I've been here a week and I'm feeling almost... chipper. Well, considering my, shame." She lowers her head.

Chris finally is coming to, "Oh, no."

"Yea." Victoria nods. "I got the abortion. Steven never knew."

"Sorry I can't be of help. See, my wife and I don't even have kids yet." (A/N: Yes I know he has a son, in this story he doesn't have a kid yet.)

"Ah, well then..." She efforts to cheer him up. "I'd like to be friends after this." Chris nods, still in his depressed state of delusion. Victoria grows concerned, "How are you?"

"I don't know." Chris cleared his throat but winced at the terrible sting. "I guess that's for the doctor to say, they had, they took a... they did a.... They took my tonsils."

"That's all?"

"That's all!?" Chris calms down. "And they took some lymph nodes to see if they're clean."

"Well I'm quite sure that they are."

"So, are you going to tell Steven?"

"About what?"

"About you, and, your abortion."

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe... eventually."

"It's ok, I guess I understand." Chris looks up as the male nurse returns. "Give us the good news, scrubs."

The nurse is delighted as he turns to Victoria, "You were originally to be here another week, you aren't as frail as normal women."

"Cause I'm not, I'm a diva." She smirks and winks in a typical diva style pose.

"Well, you should call somebody to pick you up." The nurse turns to Chris, who looks eager. The nurse just smiles back and leaves, Chris frowns.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Victoria notices his expression. "Does it hurt?"

"It feels like they've wrung a pipe cleaner up and down my throat!" He coughs slightly.

"Well, I guess I should call Steven, I bet he's missing me. I hope he's not worried, I haven't told him I'd be in the hospital for an abortion." Chris beings to cry, Victoria is shocked beyond disbelief. "Do you miss your family, your friends?"

Chris continues to cry, "My tonsils!"

Victoria wears a small, meek smile, trying not to laugh, "I see. Sorry..."

The nurse returns again, this time with a groggy Brian in the wheelchair, "Ring this bell if you need anything." He leaves

"Brian," Victoria nods as he sits down on his bed. "Welcome to the club." He gives a sloppy salute before laying down. Chris just sighs and wipes his teary eyes, feeling sicker than he did before coming here.