Hey, everyone. Weren't expecting to see me again so soon, were you? Remember when I used to do these back to back updates often? Good times, good times.

OH MY GOD, PEOPLE, can we just talk about something for a minute? I mean, I think you know what I'm about to say...I've been saying it a lot lately, but, I have to say, it's just crazy, I can't even STOP myself, you know? So, here we go, I'm just going to say it - we're going to talk about it - FERRETS ARE TUBE SHAPED RATS.

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"Dr. Lewis, how are we feeling today?" The young doctor swept into the room, his eyes focused on the clipboard in his hands.

Lauren pressed her fists into the mattress on either side of her hips, using the leverage to sit up straighter in bed. "I'm fine," she answered, firmly. "Ready to get out of here."

He looked up with a smile. "Well, today is your lucky day," he commented.

"You're discharging her already?" Bo inquired.

He nodded. "All her vitals are normal, there are no signs of infection or issues, we have no reason to keep her here." He looked back down at the clipboard and flipped a page. "We are going to have some discharge instructions for you."

"Of course," Lauren replied, the giddiness at the prospect of leaving evident on her face.

"You know most of this, of course, but we're going to tell you to follow up with your local doctor. Obviously call if you start to experience a high fever or other symptoms of infection. We'll make your surgical records available to the doctor of your choice, but we are recommending that you follow up with a surgeon as well for post-op visits."

Lauren nodded. "Fine, done, not a problem."

"Also, you aren't allowed to drive for the next four weeks. No submerging in water until the incision is fully healed. No flying for six weeks. No heavy lifting, no strenuous activity. Just take it easy, alright?"

The words of the doctor sparked something in Bo, who sat up straighter, but said nothing. Lauren nodded. "Mhmm, sure," she replied.

The doctor stayed a few moments longer, explaining to Lauren her pain medicine prescription, but was soon gone, passing the information to the nurses to process the discharge.

"Let's get the hell out of here!" Lauren exclaimed to Bo with a wide grin.

Bo looked at Lauren. "So…no flying for six weeks?"

Lauren shrugged. "I guess we'll rent a car to get home? Do you mind driving me?"

A short laugh burst from Bo. "Yeah, I totally mind. I'm going to fly, you can just take a bus," Bo answered with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, I mean –"

"Hush," Bo said with a light laugh, cutting Lauren off. "Getting home will be fine. I was more thinking…well, no flying for six weeks. That means…"

Lauren was quiet for a moment, and a few seconds later understanding dawned over her. "Shit. The wedding."

Bo nodded. "Yeah."

Lauren sagged back against the inclined bed slightly. "Well…" she started, thinking. "I mean, it's two weeks from now. By then I'll be fine."

Bo began firmly shaking her head. "No. Nope. Nuh-uh, absolutely not."

"What?"

"No way I'm letting you fly when a doctor just told us you couldn't. Nope."

"It's not a big deal, seriously. They just say that because you have to watch out for blood clots. But, just like the doctor said, I'm fine. I'm not showing any warning signs, there's absolutely no indication of any problems. So, yeah, normally they say you shouldn't fly, but for me, it's fine."

Bo nodded. She was quiet for a few beats, and then spoke again. "If I just had emergency surgery, would you let me fly?"

"That's…different," Lauren offered, lamely.

"Not different."

"Different."

"Alright, how? How is it different?"

"Because…I'm fine."

"Oh, you're fine. Oh, okay, I didn't know that, yeah, sure, you're right, that's totally different," Bo said, sarcastically.

Lauren sighed. "Look, discharge instructions are just…they're suggestions, alright? That's all."

"They're called discharge 'instructions', not discharge 'suggestions'," Bo pointed out.

"I'll be fine, I promise."

"You can't promise that," Bo replied. "And I just had to face the reality that something could happen to you, no chance in hell I'm doing that again if I can do anything to prevent it."

"Well, I mean…what then?"

Bo was quiet for a moment. "Then…I guess we don't go."

Lauren looked at Bo sharply. "What? No. She's your best friend, you have to go."

"She is my best friend, but I'm not leaving you."

"Bo, seriously – no. You have to go. It's crazy that you're considering not going."

"I don't want to go without you."

Lauren gave her a soft smile. "That's really sweet, but…it's Kenzi. You can't miss this. If you missed this because of me…I just, I'd hate myself for it. Please."

Bo looked at Lauren, the conflict warring in her mind clearly displayed on her face. "But…"

"No, no 'but'. It's Kenzi. This isn't a choice."

Bo sighed as she began gathering Lauren's things. "We can figure this out later, alright? For now, we need to get your stuff together and get a rental."

Lauren looked Bo, debating whether to press the topic further. The fact was, Lauren knew she was right about this; it was Kenzi's wedding. Kenzi, who had been Bo's best friend and sister since childhood; missing the wedding wasn't an option.

Lauren maneuvered herself, slowly, pushing herself to a standing position by the bed. Her body gave protest at the movement, but overall she was happy to note that her body wasn't as sore as it had been. She would fill the prescription in case the pain got out of hand, but overall, she felt better.

She ran her fingers through her hair, choosing not to contemplate how messy it probably looked right now, how disheveled she appeared. She had showered earlier this morning, at least, but it was Tuesday, and she had been in the hospital since her accident on Thursday – she didn't exactly look her best.

Once on her feet, Lauren grabbed her phone from the table near her bed, checking the battery. It would need to be charged, but she had enough for now. She sent a quick text to Vex to let him know they would be coming home; he had flown back the day before, generously agreeing to take the bulk of Lauren's luggage from the hotel back with him.

Next, Lauren called the hotel and was happy to reach Nadia just before she left to check out and return home herself. She thanked her for her help, and for contacting Bo after the accident, and promised to talk to her soon. Mentally, Lauren noted that she probably owed Nadia a new phone.

By the time she had finished talking to Nadia and Vex, Bo had finished gathering everything from the room. "Ready to go?" Bo asked with a smile.

"God, yes," Lauren answered with a grin.

Bo stepped closer to Lauren placed her left hand on Lauren's face, her right hand occupied by holding the various bags she and Lauren had in the room. She stroked her thumb across Lauren's cheek, looking into Lauren's eyes. "Six days in the hospital and you still look gorgeous," Bo said, softly.

Lauren rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'm already dating you, you don't have to lie," she replied with a light laugh.

Bo leaned in and kissed Lauren softly. She stepped back and snaked her hand down to hold Lauren's as she said, "I'm a lawyer. I never lie."

The hospital called a cab for Bo and Lauren, and they told the driver to take them to the nearest car rental. An hour later they were set up with a car. Bo loaded everything in the backseat while Lauren got situated in the passenger seat.

Once in the car, Bo turned to Lauren. "Do you want to get your prescription filled before we leave?" she asked.

"I'm fine, I just want to go home," Lauren answered, ignoring the pain that was starting to break through.

Bo studied her for a moment, then turned the key to start the car, pulling out slowly. A few minutes later Bo parked in front of a drugstore.

"What are we doing here?" Lauren asked, glancing over at Bo.

Bo didn't answer, grabbing Lauren's prescription and heading inside.

Lauren shook her head and sighed, a light smile crossing her face. She should have known – Bo hadn't really been asking. In her own 'Bo' way, she had been informing. Lauren reclined her seat slightly and closed her eyes, the sun coming through the car window warming her face. The car smelled new and unfamiliar, but the knowledge that she was going home relaxed her until, a few minutes later, she slipped into a deep sleep.

Bo entered the drug store and walked immediately to the counter in the back, turning over the prescription. The pharmacist told her it would be fifteen minutes, and so Bo opted to wander around the store, glancing idly at the odd items on the shelves. Christmas stickers lined the shelves, announcing holiday prices for the holiday that was still two months away. Bo shook her head – what had happened to Thanksgiving? I seemed like it was just skipped over.

A few minutes later, Bo pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed Kenzi's number.

"Hot bitch hotline," Kenzi said when she answered.

"Really? That's how you answer the phone?" Bo asked, rolling her eyes.

"I have caller ID, grandma," Kenzi answered. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to let you know Lauren got discharged. She can't fly, so we rented a car. We're driving home. Are you okay to keep Zeus a little longer?"

"Absolutely. In fact, we might keep him. We aren't planning on giving him back."

Bo rolled her eyes. "Great, now you're stealing my dog."

"He said you didn't even want him."

"You talk to Lauren too much."

Kenzi laughed.

"So…listen," Bo said, trying to find the right words. "The doctor told Lauren that she can't fly for six weeks."

"That sucks," Kenzi replied, absently.

"Yeah, it does, because that means…" Bo let her voice trail off, waiting for Kenzi to catch on. "She can't come to Jamaica," Bo finished, when Kenzi didn't pick up on her meaning.

Kenzi was quiet for a moment as the words sunk in. "Oh," she commented finally. "That…I hadn't thought about that. That really sucks."

"Yeah," Bo replied.

"When can she fly again?" Kenzi asked.

"Not for six weeks," Bo answered.

"Six weeks. Huh. Wow."

"Yeah."

Bo and Kenzi were quiet a few moments longer.

"So…does that…I mean, I guess she wouldn't be able to go at all, then," Kenzi stated, working the news out in her mind.

"She told me she still wants me to go, because, obviously, it's you, but…I mean, I just feel horrible that this is messing things up."

"I don't expect you to come, babe. I know you want to stay close to her."

"You're my sister, Kenz."

"I know. But she's…we'll she's your girl."

"I just wish there was something else we could do about it," Bo commented. "I've been racking my brain, you know? Like could I get her there on a boat, or…" Bo's voice trailed off.

"It's okay, Bo," Kenzi replied. "I would hate it if you weren't there. But if you can't come…I mean, it's Lauren. I get it. If this had happened to Nate…I don't know. I get it."

Bo smiled. She hadn't expected Kenzi to be angry, but she also hadn't anticipated this calm, reasoned reaction. "I love you, Kenz."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Kenzi answered. Bo could practically hear her eye roll. "How could you not? I'm the fucking best." Bo laughed and Kenzi was quiet for a moment before softly adding, "love you, too. Get home safe."

Lauren woke up feeling confused and groggy. She was moving, or rather, her seat was. She glanced up and saw trees zipping past outside of the car window as she struggled to cross from the land of Nod back to reality.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Bo said, brightly, from the driver's seat.

"What time is it?" Lauren asked, rubbing a hand across her eyes as the harsh sun bit against them.

"About 2:00p," Bo answered. As if in response, Lauren's stomach growled. Bo laughed. "And it sounds like lunch time," Bo added. "You should probably take something after you eat. You don't want the pain to get ahead of you."

"Mm," Lauren hummed in the back of her throat as her brain continued to wake up. "How far are we from home?"

Bo grabbed her phone that she was using as a GPS. "This says we'll get home…about 4:00a tomorrow morning?"

"Seriously?"

Bo shrugged. "If you're suggesting I speed, I would like to remind you that it's against the law."

Lauren glanced at the speedometer. "You're going 82 miles per hour right now."

"Yeah, I had to slow down for a truck," Bo commented.

Lauren laughed.

Bo and Lauren spent the next ten hours talking, laughing, singing along to the radio, arguing about who was going to control the radio, and drinking more coffee than was medically advisable. When Bo finally pulled up in front of Lauren's apartment, she smiled and took a deep breath. She turned the car off and sagged against the seat. "Welcome home," she said to Lauren, her voice tired.

"God, I've never been happier to see this place," Lauren commented.

They continued to sit still, looking at the front of Lauren's apartment. "I am way to wired to contemplate going in and going to sleep," Bo noted.

Lauren laughed. "Oh, thank God, I am, too."

They started laughing, about almost nothing in particular.

"Hey," Lauren interjected when their laughter died down. "I know you've driven for an insane amount of time, but…do you think you could handle driving just a little bit more?"

Bo glanced over at her. "For you? Anything. Where do you want to go?"

Lauren smiled and looked back at the front of her apartment. "Home."

Bo smiled as well, turning the car back on, and pulling out to drive them to their house.

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