Gina walks in smiling, "more medicine for your butt. This time it is antibiotics for the water you choked on at the lake."

Gina helps Eric roll over and expose his back end, "Gina, have you ever heard the phrase gormless bloke?"

Gina withdrawals the needle. "I think someone called you a stupid man...Did you upset Claire, Eric?"

"Maybe...I told her there is no way she is going to nude model so my dad could paint her."

Gina squeaks, "Well, golly, Eric. She is probably stripped herself naked and is already in his studio as we speak. Forbid a girl from something and watch her do it."

"Gina, there is absolutely no way I am going to let you nude model for me either."

"Ha! I see what you did there! Don't think my boyfriend would like that very much! Look I will talk to her. I am sure it is just a minor over dramatization."

Gina sees Claire at the cafeteria table eating Boston cream cake and a large pudding, "I got a fifteen minute break. Care for some company?"

"Suuure, suure. Already knooo whatch gooona say. Eric sent cha and you're gonna be telling me I am being too hard on the lad."

"Why do you think I am going to say that?"

"Because I am. He reminds me of me ex.

Me ex wouldn't let me wear bathing suits I liked or eat whoot I want. You know what that bloke said when I told him I was born without a womb? He arsked if that meant I was born with a penis. As if I would keep that from him before we started dating. Shagged me fur two years. Told him my ovaries worked just fine but I couldn't have a baby normally. He didn't want to hear the details of my woman parts until HE wanted da baby. Told me to bugger off when I told him I would need a surrogate. Stupid wanker!"

Gina twirls her coffee thoughtfully, " I saw Julia, I passed by her room. Looks a little like you. You two could be sisters."

"Reeeeally?"

"Yulp, Eric is already bonding with you. He is already competing for your attention. He needs some security somewhere in his life. He doesn't want any drama with you and his dad. Eric might have a little crush on you."

"Dooon't be absard. He's a young lad and he has a young girlfriend. He wants nothing to do with an older girl like me."

"I am in my late 20s, Claire. If he was single and I was single and he asked me for a beautiful night to help him forget he was dying I would give it to him. Absolutely, no hesitation! You can call me a dirty whore or a craddle robber. I like Eric, don't you?"

"Well, of course, I like him. He's a sweet charming lad. For fook sake his girlfriend is in a coma, I'm noot gonna entertain notty thoots."

"Too late, you put your naked body in his brain. Naked. Naked. Naked. He is a teenage boy. Tomorrow he will wake up with morning wood and be too uncomfortable to look you in the eyes when you help him in the bathroom."

"Good Lord, do ya really think sooo?"

"Press the red call button if you need me to cover for ya tomorrow morning."