Kirsten is sitting in the kitchen at the breakfast counter drinking a cup of coffee; she is in deep thought and does not notice Sandy come into the room. He pours himself some coffee, and sits down beside her, but she still doesn't acknowledge his presence for she is too consumed with what is on her mind. Finally, he clears his throat and speaks to get her attention.
Sandy: If I didn't know better, I'd think that we'd never met before.
Kirsten: Oh, Sandy, I didn't hear you come in, sorry.
Sandy: Is something wrong?
Kirsten: No. (He doesn't stay anything but continues to look at her knowing very well that something is on her mind and that it is not a happy thought.) Well, maybe, yes.
Sandy: Do you want to talk about it? (She stands up and goes to the counter to pour herself some more coffee.)
Kirsten: It's just with everything that has happened to Summer, it has got me to thinking.
Sandy: About?
Kirsten: About our children, about the fact that I probably won't have any more.
Sandy: You want to have another baby? Well, I can help in that department. (He laughs and goes up to her as she stands by the counter and puts his arms around her waist and kisses her neck. She pulls away quickly and turns around to face him.)
Kirsten: Sandy, please, I'm trying to be serious here.
Sandy: (He stops smiling and there is a slight edge in his voice due to the fact that she hurt his feelings when he was only trying to make her feel better.) Well then, enlighten me. What is this all about?
Kirsten: Forget it. (She is now angry and walks away and goes outside and sits on the patio at the table. He follows her out and sits down. When she looks up at him, he appears to be sympathetic and his eyes encourage her to continue while apologizing for his testy behavior at the same time. After a moment, she begins to talk.) I don't know if I can fully express what I'm feeling. It's a sense of loss, of grief, of fear, of anger all rolled together.
Sandy: Why?
Kirsten: Us. (Her response surprises him, but she doesn't turn back and just continues to stare at him. The scene leaves them and goes to Ryan and Marissa who are driving back to the hospital.)
Ryan: Uh, Marissa, do you care if we talk about something?
Marissa: No, but you're being mysterious. What is it, Ryan, just ask?
Ryan: With everything that's happened to Summer and Seth, I just need to know how you feel about kids? (Marissa starts to say something, but he stops her.) It's just that I know they never planned for this to happen, and if it can happen to them, it could happen to us. I guess I just want to know what you'd want to do if you ended up pregnant, if you want kids, and…you know.
Marissa: (She sits for a moment and thinks about what she says before she continues.) To be honest, I'm not sure how I would react if I got pregnant right now. I'm finally starting to enjoy my life; and with school and work, I'd have to change my lifestyle completely if we had a child. Plus, I'd always pictured myself settled, financially and career-wise, before starting a family. I know I don't want kids….
Ryan: You don't want kids?
Marissa: No! I want kids, just not right now and not for a while. I've never imagined having them before I was at least 30.
Ryan: Are you serious?
Marissa: Yeah, definitely, I mean, with my career, it will take a while before I've made a name for myself and can support myself and a family properly.
Ryan: Well, it wouldn't be just you. There'd be two incomes.
Marissa: You never know what could happen, and I have to be financially secure enough that I could take care of my children the way they deserve even if I got divorced without having to depend upon alimony or child support.
Ryan: I see. (The more she talks the more disappointed he becomes.)
Marissa: And you? What did you always see for yourself?
Ryan: Before this, I'd never really thought about it that much. I mean, I knew I wanted kids, but when or how many, I'd never thought about before.
Marissa: And now? Obviously, since you brought this up, you've thought about it. What do you want?
Ryan: I think I just want to let things happen naturally, if you would get pregnant then you'd get pregnant. Obviously, right now would not be the time to plan for a child, but I also wouldn't want to avoid having one now, because you never know when you won't be able to or when something could go wrong.
Marissa: Are you saying what I think you're saying? (Ryan turns towards her for a moment and looks at her before turning back to the road.) You want children soon, don't you?
Ryan: (He is avoiding her and regretting his decision to discuss this.) No, well, I don't know, maybe.
Marissa: And how many children do you expect me to have for you? (She is angry and her tone and implications make him angry as well.)
Ryan: What is that supposed to mean, Marissa?
Marissa: It sounds like to me that you've planned out my whole future and I'd really like to know what role I will be playing! So, what is it; are we having two kids, three, four, how many do you want, Ryan?
Ryan: I don't know! I just know that I don't want to push it off forever because of unimportant issues such as careers. You can always have a career, but you can't always have a healthy baby.
Marissa: And let's just say I got pregnant. How do you plan on supporting this child?
Ryan: I don't want to have a baby now; I just don't want to do anything that would prevent us from having one.
Marissa: I can't believe we're having this discussion!
Ryan: I can't believe you don't want to have it, after what happened to Seth and Summer!
Marissa: It's not going to happen to us, Ryan.
Ryan: And what if it does? Would you even tell me or would you just handle it? (He says this with so much venom in his voice that it takes Marissa back and she is genuinely hurt.)
Marissa: I can't believe you'd say that to me. Obviously, if you think that, you don't know me very well, do you; and we probably shouldn't be having sex!
Ryan: Oh, so now we're just having sex? This is great.
Marissa: Just to let you know, I'd never do that.
Ryan: Couldn't tell by the way you talked!
Marissa: Just because I don't want to rush into anything doesn't mean I don't want children; I just don't want them now. It's not the right time.
Ryan: Tell me, when will it be a good time for you? Do you have this scheduled into your calendar?
Marissa: I can't talk to you when you're like this. So, why don't you just drive and when we get there you can go find Seth and I'll go and find Summer.
Ryan: I don't think so; you're not running away and hiding from this discussion, Marissa.
Marissa: At this point, I really don't see what else we have to say to each other.
Ryan: You don't need to say anything; you just need to listen to me. (He softens his voice a little before continuing.) I understand your reasoning as to why it is smart to wait to have children, but you're not listening to me. Life and time are not guaranteed; children are not guaranteed, and what if we spend our lives putting it off and then when we decide we're ready, we can't? I don't want to tempt fate, I just want to let things happen the way their supposed to. Something could happen to either of us, and then what? What if it was us right now in that hospital room instead of Seth and Summer? How would you feel if you found out today that you might not be able to have children? I'd be devastated, because I want children, at least two, and at this point, even though you're infuriating me right now, I can't imagine anyone else having my kids except you. (Marissa turns to him with tears in her eyes and she is about to say something but he cuts her off not realizing that she wanted to talk because he is watching the road.) I don't want you to say anything now, and I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you, I just want you to think about it, honestly and truly think about it from every angle. Children are not something that can be perfectly planned. They're scary, hard work, intimidating, even intrusive, but an essential for me no matter what. That's it; that's all I have to say. (When he finishes, Marissa is looking out the window, and although she does not look happy, she does look like she is thinking. What Ryan can't see is that she is crying. The camera leaves them and goes back to Sandy and Kirsten. They are still sitting outside on the patio but Sandy's chair is closer to Kirsten so that he can intently listen to her and show his interest in what she is saying.)
Sandy: Enough of this beating around the bush, Kirsten, what is going on? (He is beginning to sound exasperated because he cannot understand what she is upset about.)
Kirsten: Sandy, think about it. We're not young anymore. In a few years, we're going to be fifty.
Sandy: Oh, honey, fifty is the new forty….at least that's what I've heard. (The last part is said after she looks strangely at him. When he finishes, he laughs softly.)
Kirsten: It's not funny, Sandy. It might not be a big deal to you, but I'm getting older.
Sandy: As we all are; it's a natural thing honey.
Kirsten: I know, but that doesn't mean that I have to be okay with it. Think about it. Don't you realize what I'll be going through soon? (Sandy looks at her confused and without a clue as to what she is talking about.) Menopause.
Sandy: Oh, oh…..I see.
Kirsten: You do?
Sandy: Yeah. You're feeling the biological clock ticking away.
Kirsten: Way to comfort me, Sandy.
Sandy: Does this mean that I was right; do you want to have another baby?
Kirsten: No….yeah….no, I don't know. (There is a slight pause before she continues.) No, I don't want to have another baby, I just like having the option and soon I won't.
Sandy: True, but soon you'll be having grandchildren. If today's drama wasn't enough evidence to show you that, then nothing will convince you.
Kirsten: Forget it, you don't understand! (She gets up and walks off to their bedroom through one of the open French doors. Sandy follows her. When he reaches the bedroom, she is sitting on their bed with her head in her hands. He sits down beside her and puts his right hand on her left leg.)
Sandy: You're right, I don't understand, but I want to. Tell me; show me how you're feeling. Let me share this with you….please.
Kirsten: I guess it's just that I don't think I'll feel like a woman when I no longer can have a baby. It's what makes a woman a woman…(She looks up at Sandy) and we all know men couldn't do it because they couldn't handle the pain, (She laughs softly while making fun of Sandy and the male race in general. Sandy smiles and puts his arms around her shoulders.)
Sandy: I know this won't make you feel better and I really don't understand this, but I can tell you that no matter what happens, you're all woman to me, baby! (She realizes that he is just trying to make her smile and not be flippant about her fear, and she laughs.)
Kirsten: Nothing can remain emotional with you in the room? You just have to ruin the moment with some sarcastic, not-so-witty comments, and we wonder where Seth gets it. (They laugh together.)
Sandy: As long as it makes you laugh like that, I don't care. (He kisses her forehead and he pulls her towards him as he wraps his arms around her to show his support and give her strength.) So, is that it; is that all that's bothering you?
Kirsten: The boys, too.
Sandy: What about them?
Kirsten: Zoe's still young so it doesn't bother me as bad, but the boys are not boys any longer but men. They're grown Sandy. Ryan is finally happy with Marissa, and then there's Seth who's engaged and almost had a baby. They don't need me anymore, and that is not something a mother likes to feel.
Sandy: Are you kidding me? They will always need you, it may not be all the time or for anything important, but they'll always need advice, support, guidance, and love, and we can always offer them that. They'll always need their mother.
Kirsten: Well, we are good at the advice part. (She playfully elbows him in the ribs and laughs. He stands up and starts towards the bathroom.)
Sandy: I'm not going to sit here and take this abuse. Because of Ryan's call this morning, I never took a shower after surfing, so I'm going to grab a quick one right now. You?
Kirsten: If you don't mind, I think I'd like to go take a walk along the beach, clear my head, re-group. I still need to do some thinking, but when I come back tonight, we have a party to plan. (Sandy rolls his eyes and turns around so that he doesn't notice that her joviality is forced and that she is still upset.)
Sandy: And for what charity am I going to be dragged to an event for this time?
Kirsten: Nope, this is not a Newport party; this is a private party. (He comes out of the bathroom holding his towel with a mischievous smile on his face.)
Sandy: Could this be a party for two?
Kirsten: Nice try, but no. Summer is going to need cheering up when she gets home from the hospital, so I thought we could take a trip down there, surprise her with a welcome home party tomorrow night, you know, something to take her mind off of her pain at least for a couple of hours.
Sandy: That's a great idea. Okay, I will help with this party, but don't tell anyone, I have a rep to protect. (He walks back into the bathroom.)
Kirsten: I know, Sandy Cohen, party co-coordinator extraordinaire. We can't let your good name be disgraced by a bad party, these Newpsies look up to you, especially your talent for decorating a mean table. (The shower is turned on and can be heard.)
Sandy: I'm going to ignore that remark. Go…take your walk. When I'm done getting a shower, I'll make Zoe some breakfast and then get her up. Take the whole day, treat yourself. You deserve it.
Kirsten: Thanks, Sandy, I think I will. I'll talk to you later…about the party.
Sandy: Okay, whatever you say. (He begins to sing, so he cannot hear what she says.)
Kirsten: I have to get out of here. (She stands up and grabs her keys off the dresser and her purse from the bench in front of the bed and walks out of the room.) Why, why can I not stop thinking about this? It's been 25 years…and still. (She reaches the front door, opens it, goes outside, closes it, and proceeds to get into her car. As she drives off, she puts the windows down and opens the sunroof, attempting to let as much air in as possible. As she drives off, she takes a deep breath as she begins to sob uncontrollably. The scene goes back to the hospital. Seth is sitting beside Summer as she lays in bed. They are talking, and occasionally, while they do, a tear or two escape from Summer's eyes before she dries them.)
Summer: Seth? (He looks up into her eyes and puts his right hand on her cheek to reassure her.)
Seth: Hm.
Summer: (She is barely audible as she whispers to him.) I'm sorry.
Seth: For what?
Summer: For this…for losing our baby, for hurting our chances at every having a baby.
Seth: You, (She looks down and avoids his eyes, so he pulls her chin up gently with his hand so that she looks at him.) you did absolutely nothing wrong, you did everything right. It's not you like planned this; you were on birth control. It was just some freak, one in a million occurrence, and neither of us could have known it was going to happen. Hell, I didn't even know that it could.
Summer: Yeah, but I should have known something was wrong with my own body. I had the symptoms….
Seth: Symptoms that can be signs of a number of trivial things. How would you know you were pregnant?
Summer: Mother's intuition?
Seth: Summer.
Summer: Seth, Marissa and your Mom even asked if I was…
Seth: Because you wanted to eat pickles.
Summer: Yeah, but even they thought of it and I never did. The thought that I might be pregnant never even once crossed my mind. Maybe…
Seth: Maybe what?
Summer: Maybe I'm not cut out to have children…maybe I won't be a good mother, maybe I have no maternal instincts like your Mom and Coop.
Seth: That's ridiculous, Summer, and you know it! You're great with Zoe, look how much she adores you, and our kids will love you just as much. (She starts to quietly cry and sniffle.)
Summer: But what if we won't be able to have children now; what if I ruined that for us?
Seth: First of all, you did not do this, so there is no way you have ruined our chances for a family. Second of all, there is more than one way to have a baby, Summer. If we can't have one naturally, we can always consider a surrogacy or adoption.
Summer: You would do that for me…I mean, I would understand if you didn't want to marry me now.
Seth: Are you kidding me? Summer, there is no one else I would ever marry. Don't you realize that you're the only thing I've ever really wanted my whole life. Without you, nothing else matters. (Through her tears, she slowly starts to smile.) I don't even care if we have kids, I mean I want them, but as long as I have you for forever, I'll be happy.
Summer: (She has stopped crying now and is smiling from ear to ear.) Cohen. (This is said very sweetly, but he is so focused upon what he needs to tell her that he ignores her and keeps talking.)
Seth: Plus, we could be over-reacting. You might be able to easily have a baby, but if not, like I said, there are other ways if we want to. I mean, think about it. Look at Ryan. My parents adopted him, and he's there son. DNA and blood do not matter; love is the only thing.
Summer: Cohen, before this moment, I didn't think it was possible for me to love you more than I did, but you have proved me wrong. You're just full of surprises aren't you? (She pulls his face to hers and kisses him gently on the lips, but he pulls away and starts talking again.)
Seth: I'm not finished, Summer. (She represses her smile and lets him continue.)
Summer: Okay.
Seth: There is one more thing I have to say to you. (He looks back up at her.) I'm sorry.
Summer: What are you sorry for?
Seth: For how I acted last night when you told me about your new job. I think it's great that you got it, and that you're making a name for yourself, acting, like you wanted, but….
Summer: But what?
Seth: But, I was scared…of losing you. I was scared that you would go into that world and see that there was something better out there for you besides me. I mean, why are you with me? You are so gorgeous and talented and smart and funny and, and, the list just goes on and on, and you're with me! How is that possible, and when you told me you would be working in Hollywood amongst all those great looking, well built guys, I just got jealous and insecure, and well, you saw the result. But I am happy for you, and I want you to take the job. I don't want to hold you back or make you resent me, and if something happens, if you leave me… (She interrupts him.)
Summer: Cohen, shut up! I am not going to leave you, and like I told you before all of those quirks and insecurities you have make you way more interesting than those boring, unintelligent, muscle heads out there. Besides, remember what I said; they would never be as flexible as you are. (She laughs and he begins to relax some.) I love you more today than I ever have in my life, and nothing and no one is going to take that away from us. Someday soon, I am going to be Mrs. Seth Cohen and that, my fiancée, is going to last a lifetime. (When she finishes this, he is smiling from ear to ear as well, feeling reassured.) Now, this bed is too big for just one person and I'm lonely. Will you please get in and lie down beside me and hold me so that I can get some sleep?
Seth: Gladly! (He stands up and helps Summer gently move to the one side of the bed. He then gets in and lies down beside her on his side and she puts the blankets over them. As they settle down to sleep, his arm goes around her and holds her hand in his. Before they close their eyes, he kisses her neck.) I love you Summer Roberts.
Summer: And I love you Seth Cohen. Now enough of this chit chat, I'm sleepy. (They both laugh quietly and close their eyes to take a nap with smiles on their faces. The scene leaves them and goes back to Ryan and Marissa who have now arrived at the hospital. They are not talking to each other. When they get out of the car, he grabs the bag and Marissa grabs the food. As they walk into the hospital they do not stand near each other and, again, walk in silence. In the hospital, without speaking, they walk to the elevators and get on, Ryan pushes the floor button, and they ride up to Summer's room. They get off the elevator and walk towards her room. When they get there, they look inside and see both Summer and Seth sleeping.)
Marissa: Great. Now we're stuck here, just the two of us, together with no distractions and no one to break this silence.
Ryan: Well, maybe we should just talk about it.
Marissa: Actually, if you would take this, (She hands him the food basket.) I would really like to be on my own. If Summer needs me, I'll be in the gift shop. (She turns her back on Ryan and begins to walk towards the elevators. He puts the bag and basket down and runs after her, gently grabbing her by the arm and pulling her around to face him.)
Ryan: Oh no, it's not that easy. We're going to fix this. This is not going to come between us.
Marissa: (She is whispering because they are in the hospital, but her voice is powerful and full of venom anyway.) Oh, I think it is already between us!
Ryan: Come with me. (He begins to pull her down the hall towards the hospital rooms, looking for an empty one.)
Marissa: Let go of me, Ryan! (He doesn't.) Now! (She tries to pull her arm free, but he doesn't let her.)
Ryan: No! (They reach an empty room, and after Ryan looks around and sees that no one is watching them, he opens the door and pushes her in before him. When he gets inside, he locks the door behind him so that someone would have to knock to get in.) Now, sit down, shut up, and listen to me. (She doesn't do this. Instead she just stands there and puts her arms over her chest.) Fine, you can stand, but you're going to listen to me whether you like it or not. (She gives in and sits down on the bed. He moves in front of her and stands there. When he tries to grab her hands to hold them, she pulls them free of his grasp and, once again, folds them over her chest.) Alright, I see you're not going to make this easy for me, and that's fine, I deserve it.
Marissa: You're dmn right you do, after what you said to me!
Ryan: I know, and that's why we have to talk. Look, I'm sorry.
Marissa: And that's supposed to make everything better?
Ryan: Look, I'm trying here!
Marissa: Maybe you shouldn't have said what you did in the first place.
Ryan: I know, you're right, but I did, and I can't take it back, but I can try to make up for it, explain myself, and beg for forgiveness.
Marissa: I'm listening.
Ryan: I never really thought that you'd do that….you know.
Marissa: What, get rid of our baby if I got pregnant. Well, thanks for the confidence.
Ryan: Marissa, I'm serious. It's just the thought of what happened to Summer happening to you scares me so bad. I mean, that is something I can't protect you from.
Marissa: And like I told you, you are not going to always be able to protect me.
Ryan: Want to bet?
Marissa: (She starts to give in some on her anger, but she still remains sitting there with her arms crossed.) Listen, what happened to Summer is rare, and it is highly unlikely that it would happen to me, too.
Ryan: But you could end up pregnant…I mean, we haven't, you know, used anything….
Marissa: I can do math, Ryan. I may be an English major, but I can figure out by own body and when it's safe to…have sex. We're in no danger.
Ryan: There can be accidents, and what about when you can't have sex. (She unfolds her arms, takes his hands in hers, and pulls him down so that he is sitting beside her on the bed.)
Marissa: Then we won't or we'll just use a condom.
Ryan: What about birth control?
Marissa: No. That is something that can hurt your chances of having a baby. My next door neighbor….
Ryan: The one who taught you how to cook?
Marissa: Yeah, well, she could never have kids, because when she was a teenager, her doctor put her on birth control so regulate her periods. When she was ready to have a baby, her reproductive system had completely shut down after using birth control for so long, and I know it's rare, but I could never do that, willingly hurt my chances of having a baby.
Ryan: But waiting until you're in your thirties will hurt your chances.
Marissa: Women have babies well into their forties now, your Mom did.
Ryan: Yeah, and it was unplanned, not unwanted, but definitely a surprise, and she was constantly monitored throughout the pregnancy. In fact, by the time she got to her third trimester, she was on bed rest until Zoe was born. You don't want to have to go through that, do you?
Marissa: That doesn't happen all the time; plenty of women have perfectly healthy pregnancies and babies at your Mom's age, and besides, I never said that I wanted to wait that long.
Ryan: You didn't say you wouldn't either.
Marissa: What are you getting at Ryan?
Ryan: It's just… I don't want you to put off having children for reasons that may seem important now, but later, if something goes wrong and we can't…you can't and they'll seem trivial and you'll regret your decision. (When he says we, her face goes completely soft and any residual anger that she felt left immediately. By the time he finishes, she is crying softly.) Hey, don't cry, please, don't cry. I never wanted to make you upset by saying this.
Marissa: Ryan, shut up; I'm not crying out of sadness, these are tears of joy.
Ryan: Joy?
Marissa: Yeah.
Ryan: But, why?
Marissa: Because of you, how sweet you are and how much you care. You probably don't realize it, but when you were talking you said we.
Ryan: You heard that then and you don't care?
Marissa: Why would I care?
Ryan: I don't want to scare you off, make you think that I'm obsessed with you or that I already have our whole future planned out.
Marissa: First of all, a little obsession is okay.
Ryan: (He raises his eyebrow.) Really?
Marissa: Yeah, it's flattering, and secondly, and don't be afraid to answer honestly, do you have our future planned out?
Ryan: No. (He looks up at her very sheepishly and smiles.) Well, maybe a little, but don't worry, they're just thoughts, nothing, of course, is concrete. I'm open to your suggestions. (He laughs awkwardly.)
Marissa: Tell me.
Ryan: What?
Marissa: What you have planned, what you want?
Ryan: Really?
Marissa: Yes. (She pulls her legs up and sits cross legged, listening intently, interested. When he is slow to answer her, she leans in and kisses him softly on the lips and then takes his hands in hers. Finally, he begins to talk.)
Ryan: It's not really a plan; it's just want I want for myself. When I think of my future, I see myself working as an architect, living in a home I designed with you, my…wife. (His face turns beat red when he says this. Marissa, to make him feel more comfortable, gets up and moves across the bed and makes him come with her. She has him lie down and then she gets in his arms and lets him hold her.)
Marissa: This is better. Continue. (He smiles, kisses her on the forehead, and then continues talking.)
Ryan: Okay, so, like I said, we're married, Seth and Summer are our next door neighbors and we live close to my parents. You also work, writing like you want, for a TV show, but you get to work from home a lot and only have to drive up to LA every once in a while for meetings. We have children.
Marissa: How many, what are they?
Ryan: Actually, in my dream….
Marissa: This was a dream?
Ryan: Yeah. I had it that morning…back at my parents, in the poolhouse.
Marissa: Why didn't you tell me about it?
Ryan: I didn't want to scare you away.
Marissa: Not going to happen. You might make me mad, like earlier, but I'm not leaving. (She sits up and kisses him, but this time it's more passionate and lasts longer than before. When she pulls away, she nestles back into his arms.) So, tell me, hubby, (He laughs and she smiles.) how many kids do we have and what are they?
Ryan: Honestly, we had two daughters, I don't know what their names were, but I do know they looked like you. They were absolutely….angelic.
Marissa: I doubt our children would ever be angelic.
Ryan: If they are like you, they will be.
Marissa: Are you sure about that? You saw how I was acting before.
Ryan: Only because I provoked you.
Marissa: I like this. We have a fight, and you take all the blame. Keep this up, and we might end up with more than two kids.
Ryan: Well, you were pregnant in the dream.
Marissa: Oh, I had to look just gorgeous!
Ryan: (He says this with all the sincerity he can muster.) Never better.
Marissa: Ugh-oh. This is just great. I'm in love with a guy who has a fetish for pregnant women. (She says this teasing him.)
Ryan: Absolutely not, I only have one for pregnant women named Marissa with whom I happen to be in love with.
Marissa: Well, that's a good thing, because we're in a maternity ward here, and there are plenty of beautiful, pregnant women. I don't need your eyes wandering.
Ryan: Not going to happen. (He pulls her on top of him and then kisses her. She deepens the kiss and instinctively tucks the stray pieces of hair that fall into her face behind her ears. As the kiss becomes more and more aggressive and passionate, Marissa hands begin to unbutton Ryan's shirt. Once it is open, she runs her hands across his chest and down his chiseled abdomen, urging him on. He then, in turn, begins to take off her shirt, but stops and pulls away.)
Marissa: What, what's wrong?
Ryan: Shouldn't we go and check on Seth and Summer?
Marissa: They're adults, and they were sleeping a few minutes ago. It would be rude for us to interrupt them. Besides, we have this room all to ourselves, there are nothing and no one trying to get out attention, so I think we should take advantage of this privacy.
Ryan: We're in a hospital, in a room we're not even supposed to enter…let alone use.
Marissa: Are you chickening out on me? Are you not man enough to take a little risk? Come on, don't you find it a little bit exciting, the lore of the forbidden?
Ryan: Do not dare me, Marissa Cooper, if you're not willing to go through with this.
Marissa: I wasn't the one who stopped in the first place, was I? (He just smiles in response, sits up, and flips her over onto her back so that he is hovering over top of her. She laughs, but he silences her with his lips, prying her mouth open with his and unbuttoning her shirt at the same time.)
Ryan: No laughing. We have to be quiet; I don't want to get caught in the middle of this. (She smiles back at him, but does not laugh. He lowers his body and begins to kiss her once again. As the kisses grow longer and their breathing heavier, she begins to unbuckle his pants. He helps her pull them off and then he does the same to her. As the camera leaves them, he is laying there with his boxers on and she is only clad in her bra and panties and they are trying to pull the blankets over top of them, but it does not work so smoothly and they both end up quietly laughing. Once the task is accomplished, the blanket is pulled over their heads, Marissa laughs quietly once again, and two arms appear from under the blanket and both let go of their respective undergarments. The camera leaves them and goes back to Seth and Summer. They are both still sleeping, but are interrupted by someone barging rudely in. Seth is the first to speak, but he does so without looking at who is standing there.)
Seth: Ryan, dude, please, stop with the forceful entries. Summer's trying to get some much-deserved sleep here. (Once he finishes saying this, he turns around and does not see Ryan. He is pulled out of the bed and thrown up against the wall.)
Dr. Roberts: What the hell have you done to my daughter! I'll kill you before I ever let you near her again! (Summer wakes up and turns around to see what is happening, and her movements make her wince and she cries out in pain. Dr. Roberts is temporarily distracted, so Seth gets free. He rushes to Summer's side, presses the call button, and whirls around to face Dr. Roberts and for the first time, he's not afraid of him but angry.)
Seth: Get the hell out of this room!
Dr. Roberts: Not before you do! (The two men stare at each other with their anger boiling and their eyes conveying every emotion. The nurse comes in, asses the situation, and becomes angry as well.)
Nurse: (Different one than before.) What is going on in here! (The scene fades as Dr. Roberts turns to look at the nurse, Seth turns back to Summer, and the nurse approaches the bedside.)
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