"Do you want to go out with us tonight?" Nick asks.

"No," she shakes her head.

"Please," he begs her.

"Nick, I don't think so," she disagrees.

"Why not?"

"I don't feel very good," she admits.

"What's wrong?"

"The past couple of days my back has been killing me."

"Did you do something to it?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"Is Lindsey going to be home?"

"It's Friday night," she answers.

"Why don't I come over."

She shoots him a look.

"It's Friday night you shouldn't be at home by yourself. You should be having fun," he tells her.

"I don't know Nick," she argues.

"I'll rent a movie, and get some Chinese."

"Fine," she sighs finally giving in.

When he arrives at her house she's changed from her work clothes into a pair of sweats. He finds her sitting on the couch with a heating pad.

"I brought your favorite," he tells her.

"I'm not hungry."

"Are you sure?"

"I just don't have any appetite."

"Cath are you ok?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"Maybe you should go to the doctor."

"I made an appointment for Monday."

"I hate to see you spend your whole weekend feeling miserable."

"I don't have a choice," she tells him.

"Can I do anything for you?"

"No," she answers.

"Are you ok?"

"I thought that we just discussed this," she answers him.

"We did, sort of. You just seem like you're down in the dumps lately."

"I'm fine," she tells him.

"Are you sure?"

She looks at him, and decides to tell him the truth. "I've been better," she answers.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just so tired all the time. Lindsey's all grown up, she doesn't need me anymore and..."

"She does need you."

"She doesn't. She's never needed me."

"She's always needed you."

"I just... I hate being alone," she admits.

"At least you have Lindsey. Try being alone in a four bedroom house, all the time."

"Why did you get such a big place anyway?"

"Stupidity," he answers

"I don't believe that," she argues.

"I guess I just thought that I'd be settled down by now."

"I know what you mean," she tells him.

"With work I just don't have time to have a life."

"Maybe you're just holding out for the right girl," she comments.

"But at what point do you stop holding out? When do you move on with someone else?"

"When you're ready to settle for something less than you want."

"Is that what you did?"

"What?"

"With Eddie is that what you did?"

"To be honest I never really could figure out why I married Eddie."

"There had to be a reason."

"My mother hated him."

"You let your mother meet him?"

"I didn't let her meet him... but she did."

"You'll find someone," he reassures her.

"I'm not so sure," she disagrees.

"You will."

"I'm not getting any younger, and all the guys my age are looking at twenty somethings."

"You could look for a twenty something too."

"I'm looking for more than a one night stand at this point."

"I know what you mean."

"Let's watch the movie."

"Tired of talking about our non-existent love lives?" he questions.

"Yeah, a little," she admits.

After the movie is over they sit on the couch just looking at each other.

"What?" she questions him.

"Nothing," he shakes his head.

"Something on your mind?"

"Yeah, we need to get lives."

"You could have a life, you don't have to stay here with me. It's still early go out, have fun."

"You don't feel good, I'm not going to leave you here to be miserable by yourself."

"Because?"

"Because misery loves company."

"That's true," she agrees.

"So are you feeling any better?"

"No," she answers.

"Have you taken anything?"

"Ibuprofen, but it doesn't do anything."

"Have you tried a heating pad?"

"And a warm bath, I've tried everything, nothing works."

"Do you want me to rub your back?" he questions innocently.

"No..."

"I'm not trying to..."

She cuts him off, "I know, but I have to pee first," she tells him.

"Oh," he sighs as she gets off the couch.

She heads to the bathroom. He gets concerned when she doesn't come back after a few minutes. He gets off the couch, and heads to the bathroom. He finds the door closed, so he knocks. "You ok in there?" he questions.

"Do you have your phone?"

"It's in the car, it's dead. I forgot to charge it. Why do you need it? Is something wrong?"

"Yeah," she answers.

"Do you want me to get the phone?"

"I... come in here please," she tells him.

"Are you sure?" he questions.

"Yes," she answers in a panicked tone of voice.

He opens the door and looks around the room. "Where did all of that come from?" he asks.

"When I came in to pee..." she starts to explain frantically.

"It's ok, I'm going to go get the phone and call for help."

"Don't leave me," she begs.

"Ok," he agrees. "Does it hurt?" he questions.

"It feels like my insides are being ripped out," she tells him.

"That can't be good," he comments.

She doesn't say anything she doubles over in pain. "This can't be happening," she tells him.

"What can't be happening?"

"You shouldn't be in here," she tells him.

"Catherine what the hell is going on?"

"Go out to the linen closet in the hallway and get some towels," she instructs him.

"Ok," he agrees.

Before he can get to the linen closet he hears her screaming in pain. "What is going on?"

"Hurry up," she tells him.

"Ok," he agrees.

"Nick go into the kitchen and get the scissors laying on the counter."

"What do you need scissors for?" he questions.

"Please," she begs.

"Ok," he agrees.

When he returns the door is closed partway. "Do you want me to stay out here?"

"No you need to come in here now," she tells him.

He finds her in the empty bathtub. He looks at her in complete shock. "Oh," is all he can get out. Without another word he steps into action. She screams in pain again. "I got it," he reassures her. She responds with another scream. Finally her screaming stops. Nick stands over the tub with a towel, and a pair of scissors.