"Your boobs are different, you can't deny that."
She doesn't say anything.
"And, I have grabbed enough boobs, to know that yours are real."
"What would possess me to get breast implants? I am a nurse, not a stripper."
"You wouldn't."
"What are you trying to ask?"
"They're bigger," he points out.
"No, I am not going down this road, with you," she argues.
"It's subtle, but they definitely are."
"Coop, just stop, while you're ahead," she warns.
"How long do you think you can keep it a secret? If you can't keep it a secret from an idiot like me, how much time could you possibly have?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she argues.
"How long have you known?"
"Known what?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Jackie, just admit it. I know."
"Know what?"
"You're pregnant."
"You really think that is possible? Do you know how old I am?"
"Don't lie to me," he insists.
She looks at him, and says absolutely nothing.
"Let me see the tag in your shirt."
"Why?" she questions.
"Let me see it," he demands.
"Go for it," she agrees.
He walks behind her, and pulls the tag of her shirt up. He studies it, carefully, and then tucks it back into the shirt. She turns around, to face him.
"Satisfied?"
"You wear an extra small, maybe a small," he tells her.
"Whatever," she rolls her eyes.
"That is a medium," he points out, "and, honestly Jackie, it's kind of big on you."
"You're crazy."
"No, I'm not. Just fess up."
"Look, I don't want to talk about this."
"Why not?"
"Because, it's none of your business."
"Jackie, I am not going to tell anyone," he promises.
"Coop..."
"Are you worried that something is going to go wrong?"
She exhales, "I am worried that I am going to dive head first into a bottle of pills."
"I know."
"You have no idea how hard this is. I am barely hanging on."
"How much longer?"
"Too long," she admits.
"How far along are you?"
He leans in close. She whispers, "That's none of your business."
He shakes his head, as she walks away.
She makes her way down the hall. She ducks into O'Hara's office. She closes the door behind her. She stares at the door, just wanting a moment of peace.
"Are you hiding from someone?" O'Hara asks her.
She nearly jumps out of her skin. She turns around, and looks at Eleanor.
"I didn't mean to scare you," Eleanor admits.
"It's a good thing I peed, before I came in here."
"Who are you hiding from?"
"Coop just grabbed by boobs."
"Why are you telling me? That is a regular occurrence."
"Because, he grabbed them, before I could stop him."
"So?"
"He's touched them, lots of times before," Jackie points out.
"Exactly, so why would you care, now?"
"Because, he confronted me, about them."
"What about them?"
"That they have gotten larger."
"You're kidding, right?"
"I couldn't make this up."
"So, then what?"
"Then he told me that he felt enough boobs to know that I didn't have breast implants."
"I see."
"It just got ugly, from there."
"What did you say?"
"What could I say?"
"What did he say?"
"He asked me if I was pregnant."
"What did you say to that?" Eleanor questions.
"I did not confirm, or deny, really."
"This is bad."
"He asked me how far along I am."
"Ouch."
"I told him it was none of his business," Jackie admits.
"Jackie, you're playing with fire, here."
"So?"
"You're going to get burnt."
"It wouldn't be the first time."
"It would be the first time, that there isn't anything you can do about it."
"This fucking sucks."
"Which part?"
"All of it."
"Is there anything I can do, to help?"
"Shoot me. Just shoot me. Please," Jackie begs.
"I will not do that."
"Please. I am begging you. Just put me out of my misery."
"Jackie, you're the one who made this choice," she reminds her.