After setting up Briana's room last night, I decided to stay at home and head back to the hospital this morning. Currently, there is a box in the back seat of my car filled with Briana's belongings, most of which she probably doesn't need, but I know she will want. I made sure to grab her home laptop, so that she won't go completely insane. I already know that she will use it to do work rather than sit back and binge Netflix for hours, which is what I would do. Thankfully, my office has granted me leave to take care of Bri. Without it, I don't know what I would do.

I let out a sigh as I extinguish the engine in the hospital parkade. Briana is probably terrorizing the nurses on her floor. Before I left last night, Jason told me that she would most likely be moved to a private room this morning and that he would text me the room number. I pull out my phone one last time to triple-check the room number.

"Room 1244," I say out loud to myself before getting out of the car. I underestimated how heavy the box is, especially since it's filled with clothes and electronics. I won't be surprised if she sends me out to get her phone screen replaced since it got damaged in the crash. Although I won't be surprised if she instructs me to get her a new phone altogether, she likes to have the latest edition of everything.

I've been walking around for ten minutes, and still can't manage to find Briana's room. I stop in one of the waiting rooms, putting the box down before pulling out my phone and texting Jason.

"I've been walking around for ten minutes trying to find the patient recovery wing. Please help me!"

A few minutes pass before I realize I should have told him where I am, and who I was.

"I'm in the waiting room on the second floor in the east wing. Oh, and it's Kate, by the way."

I sit down, not knowing how long Jason will be. He does have other patients, so I'm not holding my breath. I'm still baffled about how to approach him now that we've been together; the kiss in the hallway last night caught me off guard. I'm not saying it wasn't nice, because it was, but I don't know what to think. I can't read Jason like I used to. What does all of this mean to him? Is he overthinking it like I am?

God, you idiot, he's not overthinking it at all. He's a guy.

"Kate!" Jason hollers, pulling me to attention.

"Oh, hey," I say, standing up.

I look at him, confused at why he seems to be out of breath.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Kate, this isn't the east wing of the hospital, it's the west."

"Oh, shit, sorry."

"It's fine. I can take you to Briana's room."

I gather the box into my hands and begin to follow Jason.

"Jase, wait up!"

"Jesus, how much stuff did she tell you to bring?"

"You know, Bri," I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Yeah," he cringes, "here, let me carry that."

Jason takes the box from my hands and carries it with ease. I can't manage to take my eyes off of him. Somehow, he makes hospital scrubs look sexy, which is hard to do because they show no shape at all. He's not wearing his lab coat, so his muscular arms are on display as the flex under the weight of the box.

"Why does Briana need all this stuff?" he asks, glancing down at the box and back at me.

"Honestly, I don't even know."

He chuckles, looking away from me.

"Her room is here, just around the corner."

As I round the corner, Briana's bundled legs come into view. She looks miserable, but at least she's doing much better than she was yesterday; the bitch kept trying to die on me.

"Thank fuck," Briana groans when I enter the room. "Did you bring everything I told you to?"

"Yes, Bri, I brought everything you asked for."

Rolling her eyes, she extends her arms towards the box. Already knowing what she wants, I dig the laptop from under her neatly folded pile of clothes and hand it to her. Within seconds she has it open and is frantically typing away, clearly working on something.

"Bri, what did I say about work?" I say, calling her out.

"Come on, Kate. I need to send a memo to let them know what happened."

"Bri," I say, walking around the side of the bed, "I know you better than that."

When I look at the screen, my assumption is confirmed; she isn't sending emails. Instead, numerous spreadsheets of data and promotion design boards are open.

"Seriously?" I say, giving her a disapproving look.

"Please don't. I need to finish this; today's the deadline."

"Fine, but just this one thing. I don't want you working on anything else. And please, send an email to your boss about your condition; I'm positive that she will cut you some slack."

"Ugh," she groans. "Enough about me; have you and doctor Jason boned again?" she asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"Briana. Shut. Up," I say through gritted teeth, nodding my head towards the doorway.

Briana looks out the window displaying the nurse's station. Jason is there, talking with one of the nurses.

It seems like he's always talking to the nurses; I hope he isn't flirting with them.

"Oh, please, he can't hear me. He's too busy flirting with those wanna-be doctors."

"Briana!" I shout, glaring at her.

"Okay fine, I'll admit that was a bit harsh."

"You think?"

"Does it make you jealous?"

"What?" I ask, pulling my attention away from the window again.

"That Jason's out there flirting with those nurses."

"He's not flirting!"

"Oh, please, Kate. He's flashing that famous smile; he's flirting."

I look out the window again, catching a glimpse of his ever-so-famous smile that hides behind his perfect lips.

"God, Kate, stop drooling."

"I am not!"

"You should see yourself," she says, glancing me up and down. "I haven't seen you like this since Jason fifteen years ago. You didn't even look at Kyle like that."

"Because he wasn't him," I sigh.

"Seriously, Kate. I know we've talked about this, but why the hell did you marry Kyle again?"

I exhale loudly, making my way over to the chair beside the bed.

"Looking back on it now, I realize that it was stupid. I should never have married Kyle."

"Then, why did you?"

"I wanted to feel close to someone, I guess. Kyle was my first serious relationship after Jason, and I was used to being loved by someone whole-heartedly; I didn't realize that Kyle's love was completely different."

"Do you still love Jason?"

I look at her for a moment before I answer.

"Well, of course, I do. I'll always feel something for Jason; he was a huge part of my life."

"Was? Is he not now?"

"I don't know."

"But you had sex with him, Kate. That means something."

"It was consensual," I mumble. "But I have no idea what it means for us."

"Well, do you want something to happen?"

"I..."

Do I? Do I want something to happen between Jason and me?

"Kate?" Briana asks.

"Sorry. I don't know. Of course, I'd love to reconnect with Jason-"

"You've already done that," Briana chuckles.

"I know," I say, waving her off, "but I don't know what it means. Is the fact that Jason was willing to have sex with me after not seeing me for fifteen years, an indication that he's interested? Or is it just physical?"

"I don't know, Kate. You'll have to ask him that."

"You haven't been talking to Jason about this, have you?"

Briana doesn't say anything.

I continue to stare at her. She always does this: forces me to talk to her about something I don't want to talk about, and then doesn't give me a satisfying answer or solution to my problem.

"So, how are we doing in here?" Jason's voice calls into the room.

I widen my eyes at Briana.

Fuck. Did he hear our whole conversation?

"We're fine," I say, whipping my head around to face him.

"Okay. I'm just making sure no one has ripped the other's head off."

"There's still time, don't worry, doc," Briana jokes.

I glance back to Briana and glare at her.

"She's kidding. I'm in less danger now that she's occupied with her computer and work."

"I thought we discussed this?"

I squint at him.

"You know she never listens, Jason," I say.

"Okay, but nothing too taxing."

"You've got it, doc," Briana says, saluting him as if he were a soldier.

God, she's so embarrassing.

"Okay, then. I'll check back in later," Jason chuckles as he leaves the room.

"He was standing outside the door the entire time, wasn't he?" I accuse, turning my attention to Briana.

"So, what if he was? He's probably just as confused as you are."

"I...Uh... That doesn't matter! If he heard me say that I still love him, he probably won't look me in the face!"

"I doubt that. I bet next time he seduces you into bed; he won't be able to take his eyes off of you."

"Briana!"