Kena returned to the unit an hour later. She still looked stressed, but she'd calmed down some. And so had the unit.
[Chef Ramsey to the camera] "I wish that I could show you more of the footage and stories behind this night. These extraordinary women pulled together to support each other and help each other through a terribly difficult shift. All the while maintaining their friendly, professional attitude towards the patients. They were an amazing group of ladies to work with and I am truly humbled that they allowed me the opportunity to see so much of their world."
The shift ends, but for many of the exhausted nurses, that means there's charting to be done. Everyone buckles down to make sure nothing gets missed. At thirty minutes after midnight, Kena heads to the front desk to put her intercom away. She's finally finished and has successfully avoided talking to her husband since her break. A man shows up on the unit.
"Excuse me? I was told that I was to pick up 'Gordon Ramsey' and 'Tyr Anasazi' from this unit at this time."
Both men look confused, but Kena just sighs in relief. "Ah, right on time. Gentlemen, your ride is here," she announced.
"What's going on here, Bliss?"
"What does it look like is going on here? I'm done." She turned to Chef Ramsey, a look of defeat on her face. "I did everything you asked of me and just like I told you on day one, it didn't make a lick of difference. I'm done with trying to save something that's already long dead. Here," she said, handing Tyr the divorce papers. He gasped in disbelief, trying to hand them back. "You just got served. As of now, we're through. I'm content for you to be out of my house and life forever. It's time for a divorce. I'm tired… I'm-I'm just… I'm tired."
"Bliss…"
"You don't get to call me that! You have actively destroyed my life and I'm taking it back from you! Go wherever you want to go; it's on my dime. The bar is still open, I hear. You can get started on your old life. I've had it with you. Goodbye." With that, she left the unit, intent on going home and crying her eyes out for her failed marriage.
Tyr, in the meantime, ignored the glares being sent his way from the staff and turned to Ramsey with a smirk on his face. "You know, I'm getting really sick of that woman walking away from me."
His tone relieved the chef. "Planning on doing something about it?"
"I do. Are you okay getting home tonight?"
"I am."
"Then goodnight, chef. Ladies." He left without waiting for a reply from anyone, the taxi driver leading the way back to his cab.
[Eighth Commercial Break]
Forgive me, everyone! I know that this just barely counts as an update, but I needed a stopping point before the final part of this episode. Please retain your trust in me, I haven't failed to deliver yet, have I? See ya next week! ^_^