Human touch.
Our first form of communication.
Safety, security, comfort,
all in the gentle caress of a finger.
Or the brush of lips on a soft cheek.
It connects us when we're happy,
bolsters us in times of fear,
excites us in times of passion
and love.
We need that touch from the one we love
almost as much as we need air to breathe.
But I never understood the importance of touch.
His touch.
Until I couldn't have it.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah. This one's perfect.
Actually, though, the tan lines might be incredible.
Oh, my gosh. That doesn't even cover half your boob.
No. You need something...
This is actually cute.
That's actually really cute.
Yeah. Let me see.
I like that.
Oh, yeah, that's actually really pretty.
But I can't tell, is it too trampy
or not trampy enough?
Hello!
Are you with us?
Okay, guess what.
Taylor and Mason are meeting us
at the airport in the morning.
What's that face?
Oh, my God!
I know. I know, I know!
Dude, Mason and Brooke broke up.
- No, they didn't. - Yes, they did.
Oh, my God! Maya!
You're gonna do it!
I wish I could be there to see that in person.
Just sucks that you planned it this year
and you don't even get to go.
You can just Photoshop me in with your fancy editing apps.
What are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking about.
Why are you laughing? No, I don't.
The one where you get your pimples
and your little fake blush.
Shut up.
The lashes! Your lashes aren't that long in real life.
You guys are so annoying.
Okay, come on. Thank you for the burgers.
Honestly, you guys are gonna have so much fun.
- Okay? - Okay.
Bye. I love you.
I love you more.
I love you.
Miss you. Bye.
Mwah. Use protection.
Thanks, Mom.
Hello, world.
So, I am back in the hospital again
for another tune-up.
I need a few more rounds of antibiotics
to get over this little sore throat that I've been...
Hi, Barb!
Sore throat?
Right, with a 102 fever?
I've had worse. Say hi!
Stella, get that thing out of my face.
- You're looking good! - No that.
Stella will be right back after we get her all set up.
You heard the boss lady.
I think this is her best work.
Hi, Stella.
Wow. A lot's changed in the last six months.
Yep.
He's due in March.
Bend your arm, please.
What room's Poe in?
310.
And open up.
All right.
You are all set.
I'll see you in a bit.
Thank you, Julie.
Are you sure this is okay?
I will still be monitoring you.
And, yes, it's okay.
What would I do without you?
You'd die.
That's true.
So, Barb is letting me keep
my med cart in my room this time.
And she left me a bunch of pills,
some G-Juice.
Yum! That's the liquid nutrition
that goes straight to my stomach
through my G-tube.
So, to any of you girls out there
wishing you could eat 5,000 calories a day
and not gain a pound,
I'll trade you any day.
Today I'll probably be reorganizing this thing
because as many of you know, I'm slightly anal.
By slightly anal, I mean clinically OCD.
So, peace.
Bye, guys.
New baby upstairs.
Meet me in 15.
Hi, Cynthia.
Hi, Stella.
Hi.
I've already clocked the nurse's schedule,
so unless you plant your ass on that call button,
no one's gonna bother you for, like, an hour.
Hey. I gotta sleep on that bed, okay?
Wow. I mean, we're not animals.
Don't worry, it's not even gonna take that long.
Hey! Whatchu talkin' about, Willis?
Okay, bye.