Jen: Hey, you.

Jack: Hey.

Jen: What are you doing here? It's late. Doesn't this hospital have visitation hours?

Jack: I, uh... flirted with a nurse. I can be quite charming when I want to be.

Jen: What happens when she finds out you're gay?

Jack: It's a male nurse.

Jen: Cute?

Jack: Look, Jen... I would love nothing more than to engage in our patented, meaningless, good-humored Jack-Jen fag-hag banter, but... first I was kinda wondering, I mean, since you're lying here in this hospital bed and you're hooked up to all these machines... how come? How come you didn't tell me, 'cause I thought I was your best friend?

Jen: Because I didn't want you to be worried. I was already worrying enough. Because I thought that if I pretended it didn't exist, it would just go away. Because I like it. I like our... patented, meaningless fag-hag banter, and 'cause I was scared if I said it out loud, it would be true, because I was just-- I was just scared. 'Cause I was an idiot.

Jack: You are an idiot. I--I could've handled it. I could've helped you handle it.

Jen: Well, you will help me handle it. I need you.

Jack: Jen, straight up. How bad is it?

Jen: Decreased left ventricular-systolic function. It's a whole blood-not-pumping-right to my heart. And it's causing a lot of problems in my lungs. It's called pulmonary congestion.

Jack: All right, so what do we do about it? I mean, what, surgery? Treatment? What?

Jen: Nothing. I have been doing everything. And at first, the odds were good. But... you know me and odds.

Jack: Jen, there's gotta be something we can do. I mean, what about a specialist?

Jen: I've been there, repeatedly. I'm so sorry laying this all on you like this. I really thought that I'd make it to Capeside and back in one piece. Yeah. Yeah. Been trying to get ok with this, but I can't do it alone anymore. 'Cause I am gonna die, Jack. And like everything else in my life, I don't really know how to do that. But I'd like to not screw up. I'd like it to be something that I get right for once.

Jack: I'm here. I will do anything that you want me to do.

Jen: Right now... I want you to get in bed with me and tell me all about this cute nurse and make me forget everything that I just told you.

Jack: Yeah.

Jen: Come here. Yeah. Come here. It's ok. Now tell.

Jack: [Crying] His name's Max.

Jen: Mm... I like Max.

Jack: He has a goatee.

Jen: Hmm. We could work on that