Hi guys! This chapter is from the perspective of Trish. Since her and Jace have to tend and cater to Ally because she's recovering from her surgery. Wish them luck :3 hahahahaha.

TRISH:

Dr. Moon handed me Ally's surgery information packet. I got Ally dressed. I was her best friend, and plus we lived together, so we'd seen each other naked before. Dr. Dawson had already left, so Mr. Dawson asked us,

"Trish, do you and Ally want a ride?"

I said,

"Sure. Ally shouldn't drive if her anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. Plus, Jace has the car."

I picked her up and her head was on my shoulder.

"I'm ready to have my tonsils out."

Ally kept saying. Obviously her anesthesia hadn't worn off yet.

I said,

"We keep telling you, Ally. You already had your tonsils out."

"Ally? I'm Ally."

She was obviously still under the influence of anesthesia, because now she was asking,

"Is this real life?"

I was having a hard time maintaining a straight face.

"Yes, Ally, this is real life."

I was seriously having a hard time not recording Ally acting like a drunk person. Fuck that- I was going to record her acting like this. Loopy Ally was some of the funniest shit I'd ever seen. I took my Disney Aladdin case-clad iPhone 6, turned it on video and said,

"Say cheese, Ally."

"Cheese? I don't see any cheese anywhere."

"What happened to you today?"

"Nothing. I need my tonsils out though."

I asked,

"Ally, do we have to spell it out for you? YOUR SURGERY IS OVER. Jesus Christ."

"Don't be mean. I didn't know."

She then started laughing and said,

"Doctor Moon turns me on. I think I make him hard."

I said,

"OK. This video's over now."

We got back to the apartment and I carried my drugged friend out of Mr. Dawson's honda civic.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Dawson, and wish me luck."

Mr. Dawson said,

"You're welcome. Love you, Ally."

I carried her into the lobby. Ally was now saying,

"Can I have sex with Dr. Moon? He makes me horny."

Bob the germaphobe doorman was staring at me.

"What's up with her?"

I said,

"She had her tonsils out and her anesthesia clearly hasn't worn off yet."

"I want to suck Dr. Moon's dick. And I have a crush on him. Can you get an erection if you're a girl?"

Bob said to me,

"I thought she was sane. Now she's acting like a porn obsessed bitch!"

I said,

"Bob, she's on anesthesia. Do you think she was talk about penises and erections if she was not under the influence of anesthesia?"

"Good point."

I carried her to the elevator.

"I want nice sex with Dr. Moon."

This was going to be fun. Note my sarcasm. Not that I didn't care about Ally of course, but she was talking about having sex with her own Doctor and her confusion with anesthesia was just getting weird. I got to our apartment and Ally was saying,

"I'm tired. Can I go to sleep?"

I said,

"Sure. That's what you need, Ally. Dr. Moon said you need lots of it."

She was looking around.

"I don't see him."

"Dr. Moon's not here."

"Then where is he?"

"He's at the hospital."

"Is that where I had surgery?"

I said sarcastically,

"No, you had surgery at a stripper bar. Yes, you had it at the hospital. Now get some rest."

"OK."

I laid Ally down on her bed and tucked her in. My god she was acting even more delirious than my cousin Enrique, who was a pothead, acted when he got high. When he got stoned, he would laugh like that pink retard Patrick Star from SpongeBob Squarepants and would talk nonsense. He used to work with me at Cosmic Kratom, but he got fired because my boss Stu found out he stole it and smoked it. Poor Enrique.

I loved my cousin dearly, but he was about as smart as Joey Tribbiani on Friends. Except he didn't come on to women, saying,

"How you doin'?

Ally was clearly getting her beauty sleep on the couch so I decided to go on my laptop to check my email, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, whatever. I realized my phone was ringing. It was my boyfriend, Jace.

"Hi, Jacey!"

I said in a voice that made me sound like the three-year-old bitch Angelica Pickles from Rugrats (I was a big fan of Rugrats when I was a kid, and Angelica, as much of a mean, annoying, bratty bitch as she was, could be pretty funny at times).

"Hey, Trish, how did Ally's proceedure go?"

I said,

"I think it went OK. She was acting loopy, and it was funny, and her throat may be sore. She's sleeping right now, but when you can, can you pick her up some tubs of ice cream?"

Jace laughed.

"Sure."