"So that's the definite date for the wedding?" Shirley asked.
"That's the definite date for the wedding," Mick repeated. Mick was sitting in his bed and Shirley did so on a chair next to it. Even though she had been nurse in the past, and even though this wasn't a real hospital, Shirley felt uncomfortable by the 'Hospital atmosphere'. And even though he was tired all day, fed with poor excuses for food and examined by doctors every day, Mick felt comfortable for one reason: he gets to be in bed all day.
"And Doc Quantos says you're gonna be OK by then?" Shirley asked, still unable to believe the news Mick gave him just a minute ago.
"Well, Doc isn't treating me right now... He's distracted with something else, or something... But, yeah, they say they're surprised by the way I've improved and say I'm gonna be top notch by then."
Shirley smiled. "It's so soon! For a while I thought we'd have to wait a whole month to get married... or more."
Mick contemplated her and smiled too. He took his hand to her hair. "Babe, I swear the only way someone could keep me from marrying you would be by blowing up this wall and taking me away."
Shirley put her head on Mick's shoulder. "Don't call me ba--" Then, predictably enough, the wall blew up.
