Cordelia ran and ran. She ran all the way to the hospital. She needed to get her tit fixed. It was all floppy and unpleasant. Misty wasn't helping the situation by being a bitch. After making it into the hospital she approached a woman at the front desk.
"Hello Miss. I've got a small problem." Cordelia said.
"Yeah well so does everyon-" The woman stopped when she noticed Cordelia's popped boob.
"Um well I've got a popped boob that needs fixing, so can I see a doctor?"
"Yes, right away. I'm so sorry." The woman said while taking Cordelia back to a room for her to wait for a doctor.
Once back in the room Cordelia wondered what the doctor could do for her poor left boob. That boob was her favorite boob. The best boob. That one boob. That one boob she got pierced while drunk one night and now that poor boob was just a floppy flippy sag of a boob. She was startled when the doctor walked into the room.
"Hello. I'll be your doctor for today. I was told you have a problem with.. with a boob?"
"Yes. The problem is my boob. It has been popped." Cordelia said in annoyance.
"Well, how did this happen if you don't mind me asking? I've never had to deal with a popped boob."
"I fell. The impact popped it."
"Do you have implants or?" The doctor asked.
"No, but I was thinking of getting them to fix this I guess." Cordelia said frowning. Misty did say she wanted her to get them.
"Well I can see what we can do! Let me go check our stock!" The doctor said leaving Cordelia in the room alone yet again.
The doctor came back moments later with an uncertain look on his face.
"Miss I have bad news :( We are out of implants, even the glow in the dark ones. I can't just let you leave without treating you though. So I have decided the second past approach."
"And what would that be doctor?" Cordelia asked.
"We will stuff toilet paper inside." The doctor said with a triumphant smile.