CEDARS SINAI MEDICAL CENTER:
Int. Hospital room. Night.
A WOMAN in her early 40's, despite looking remarkably young for her age, writhes in agony on the bed. Cold compress on her head; hands clutched tightly over her belly. ROSA, late 50's, filipino and fabulous, counts out several pills into a plastic cup. UBERHUSBAND, late 30's, handsome, yet clearly stressed out, hovers anxiously nearby.
ROSA: Here you go, honey. Your night pills. Cyclosporin, Cell Cept, Norvasc, Zanaflex, Sodium Bicarbonate and Nortriptiline.
WOMAN: I don't know. (groaning) I think I might throw up.
ROSA: Small sips of water. Just one at a time.
The WOMAN cautiously sits up, reaches into the cup, and begins to swallow her pills.
UBERHUSBAND: So when does she get her next IV drip of DHE?
ROSA checks the computer.
ROSA: Not until midnigh...
The WOMAN frantically grabs the nearby bucket and proceeds to HEAVE HO.
ROSA: Are you OK, honey?
WOMAN: (catching her breath) Yeah, I think that was...BLLLLLAAAAARRRGGGGHHHaaaahhhhhhh..(cough. sputter. cough. sputter.) it.
ROSA and UBERHUSBAND stand at the end of the bed, both holding onto the bucket, intensely inspecting its contents.
ROSA: OK. Did she swallow the cyclosporin?
UBERHUSBAND: (peering intently at the vomit). Well, this one is Cell Cept, for sure.
ROSA: What about this one here?
UBERHUSBAND: No, Cyclosporin is more like a gel capsule.
ROSA: And what about this red stuff?
UBERHUSBAND: Nah, that's just the tomato soup she had for lunch.
You know your husband loves you when.