Henry Messinger was lying in a tiny hospital bed, the thin blankets pulled up to his waist.

He shoveled another spoonful of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food into his mouth, knowing he only had a few moments before his wife came back from talking with the nurse about his surgery.

Suddenly he heard the curtain being pulled back and he jammed the carton and still ice cream covered spoon beneath his sheets. His wife entered the room carrying a bouquet of flowers. He grimaced uncomfortably as he felt the ice cream slide chillingly down his thigh.

His wife Beatrice frowned, “Now Henry don’t act so happy to see me”

Henry tried to plaster a bright smile on his face but he just groaned as the ice cream made its way to a place where he definitely didn’t want ice cream to be.

“Hello” a blonde haired woman piped in from the doorway. She was carrying a medical chart and wearing a white lab coat.

Surprised at the newest addition to his room, Henry jumped, the carton of ice cream tumbling to the floor, the spoon clanging about.

Spencer frowned in the doorway, “Mr. Messinger they rescheduled your operation for tomorrow … but seeing as this is a very important surgery perhaps if you can’t change your eating habits you should just not go through with it and save yourself the thirty grand”

Henry glared up from his bed, “Well doc if you’d have performed the operation the other day like you were supposed to I’d be sucking carrots through a straw in my arm … What the hell happened?”

“Circumstances were not optimal for the procedure” Spencer replied fidgeting.

“Hey I aint the procedure, my name is Henry Messinger and I’m sitting right here. Maybe you could try actually relating to patients.” He snapped.

Spencer frowned, her eyes lowering to the floor. Why would I want to get anymore attached when I could lose them?

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The elevator doors closed as the blonde punched the round number 5 button. She leaned back against the wall and felt her stomach shift slightly as the elevator made its way up to the fifth floor. Ashley stood across from the doctor resting her head back just as Spencer was doing. She watched the girl as she sighed and closed her eyes. The brunette took in the waves of her hair as the tumbled down her shoulders. Ashley longed for Spencer to open her eyes back up, so she could stare into those baby blues. As if some higher power had heard her wish the young doctor’s eyes flew open as they reached the fifth floor.