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           AssheembracesAdam,Iseeeveryguyandgirlinthatlobbywatchhungrily,wishing,Iimagine,thattheirownsignificantotherwereupstairsingraveconditionsothattheymightbetheonesgettingtheconsolatorycuddlefromBrooke.

           Ican’thelpbutwonderifIwerehere,ifIwerewatchingthisasregularoldMia,wouldIfeeljealous,too?Thenagain,ifIwereregularoldMia,BrookeVegawouldnotbeinthishospitallobbyaspartofsomegreatrusetogetAdamintoseeme.

           "Okay,kids.Timetorock-and-roll.Adam,what’stheplan?"Brookeasks.

           "Youaretheplan.Ihadn’treallythoughtbeyondyougoinguptotheICUandmakingaruckus."

           Brookelicksherbee-stunglips."Makingaruckusisoneofmyfavoritethingstodo.Whatdoyouthinkweshoulddo?Letoutaprimalscream?Strip?Smashaguitar?Wait,Ididn’tbringmyguitar.Damn."

           "Youcouldsingsomething?"someonesuggests.

           "HowaboutthatoldSmithssong‘GirlfriendinaComa’?"someonecalls.

           AdamblanchesatthissuddenrealitycheckandBrookeraiseshereyebrowsinasternrebuke.Everyonegoesserious.

           Kimclearsherthroat."Um,itdoesn’tdousanygoodifBrookeisadiversioninthelobby.WeneedtogoupstairstotheICUandthenmaybesomeonecouldshoutthatBrookeVegaishere.Thatmightdoit.Ifitdoesn’t,thensing.Allwereallywantistolureacoupleofcuriousnursesout,andthatgrouchyheadnurseafterthem.