Jackie fills up the needle from her donations, and caps it, and snorts a line of Percocet. "You okay?" asks Elenor outside, hearing her sniffling. "What do you think?" Jackie asks.

Zoey approaches Eddie awkwardly through the glass, and he calls her Angela. She asks to come in, with hand gestures, and once she's inside the Harmacy she sighs. He smiles, waiting for the point. "Okay. You and Jackie?" His smile falls. "Your friend. The nurse, who's dying." He clears his throat, taking her in again, protective: "Paula." She nods, not hearing him. "I think the nurses... uh ... Are planning something. For her. Ya know?" He doesn't move; he stares her down. "But I'm not sure I can participate in this thing that they're planning." He tells her to forget about it then, and that for the record he doesn't know what she's talking about. She nods. "Gotcha."

"...But if I don't, the other nurses won't respect me. I'm sure this is some sort of rite of passage or something." He is astounded. "So you think this kind of thing happens all the time? Because I've never seen it happen once." He's amazed by her. "Rite of passage? Jesus Christ, do you even think before you talk?" She nods, eyes wide: "Constantly!"

"Listen, I've been here since before you can read." She doesn't think so, because she could read since she was four. "Right, shut up. This is a shitty day for a lot of really good people. So get on board, stand on the sidelines, look the other way. Nobody's gonna judge you one way or the other." He shakes his head as she's leaving, and at the window she nods weirdly at him: "I thank you." I like Eddie more right now than ever. I didn't know he could be a man.