Jacob recovers from his orgasm and floats away from Izzy. She is lying half on the concrete walkway of the soaking pool and half in the water. “Oh god, she's dead,” he shouts and climbs out of the pool to sit next to her. He checks if she is breathing, and she is. He calms down.

  “Izzy, wake up,” he says and pushes her shoulder. No response. He pushes harder. “Izzy, WAKE UP,” he says loudly. No response. He looks up at the lifeguard tower to see the lifeguard sleeping, leaning off the side of the tower.

  “What the hell is going on here?” He says and looks around for other help, but there is no one. He looks at his watch and taps the screen. A plethora of menus pops up.

  “Would you like to order a pastrami on rye?” The watch dispys

  He taps the screen again blindly.

  “Would you like to send aid to the mole people of Opicus 3?” The watch dispys

  “This is less than helpful,” he shouts at the watch. “How does this thing work? I need medical attention at the pool,” he says in a rush as he keeps bashing at the watch for 20 seconds, attempting 3 versions of his emergency plea.

  “HELP DISPATCHED,” the screen fshes and beeps every 7 seconds.

  10 beep cycles ter, there is a loud rustling on the path that leads into the soaking pool area. Then loud swearing, and then Nurse Happy appears with a wheelchair. “Oh, that is not a pretty look, is it?” the nurse says dismissively. Izzy's top is out of pce, with one boob hanging out. Her belly is bloated with 7 tentacle monster eggs, and she is leaking cum from both lower holes.

  “You would think she is trying to break some sort of record…” The nurse scoffs and checks her breathing and then her heart rate with a stethoscope and then her eyes for dition. She examines Izzy’s genitals and says, “No bleeding, that’s good.”

  Jacob, sitting next to Izzy, is trying to come up with a good question to ask and fails. “Is she dying?” he asks.

  “No, she will live; she is just stoned and pregnant. Jacob, she will sleep it off in a few hours.” The nurse stands up and dusts off her knees.

  “Are you sure?” Jacob asks, struggling with the idea that Izzy is pregnant and passed out.

  “Yes, Jacob, now grab her bikini; let’s get her back to her room,” the nurse gestures to the swim bottom stuck in the pool filter.

  Jacob walks into the pool and reaches down into the water to grab the bikini. “So she is going to be ok? She said she was pregnant. How is that possible?” Jacob asks as he is struggling to free it from the powerful suction.

  “I already said she is sleeping off the sex, and she is definitely pregnant.” The nurse bends down and puts her arms under Izzy's armpits and picks Izzy's top half up with strength not fitting her size. “Well, Jacob, get the feet,” she demands.

  The panties come free, and he rushes back to Izzy's legs; he grabs her feet, and together they rest her in the wheelchair. “But she is ok?” Jacob asks for the third time.

  “Did she have a towel?” the nurse asks, dismissing his question. Looking around, she can't find any personal effects at all.

  “Yeah,” Jacob rushes to get the towels; as he does, he looks up at the lifeguard tower and sees the guard is still asleep. ‘Some good they are,’ he thinks and files it away as things to think about ter so he can focus on not falling and smacking his head; he grabs both the towels and returns.

  The image he sees on his return is shocking. The nurse is sitting on the concrete bench smoking and looking off into the distance; she looks very rexed while Izzy is sitting with her head flopped over to the side in the wheelchair. Jacob is shocked by how much she looks like a Russian KGB agent in her white uniform and the way she holds her elbow with one hand while she smokes like the frozen winds are whipping through Siberia just to make her cold.

  Jacob blinks several times. ‘I need to stop watching spy shows,’ he thinks privately. He holds out the towels to the nurse; she looks at him and puts out her cigarette, then grabs the towels. She wraps it around the sleeping woman. Hiding her bottom half.

  “All these years at the ranch, and I have yet to get a chance to finish a cigarette,” she starts pushing the wheelchair back to the bar. “Probably for the best; those things will kill you.” She smirks for a moment, then goes back to her serious nurse face.

  She pushes the wheelchair into the bar. To Jacob's astonishment, despite the situation being gossip-worthy, the cat turns away and looks very interested in the bottles on the shelves.

  They cross the room without comment and enter the lobby. “How did you do that?” Jacob asks and points back toward the bar.

  “The cat is afraid of me with good reason,” she says and wheels Izzy through the front doors. Jacob's skin prickles; the wind off the pins is cold; he is starting to feel sleepy.

  Once inside the room, they help Izzy into bed. She stirs and rolls on her side.

  “Now what?” Jacob asks, looking at his pregnant girlfriend.

  “Now she sleeps. Tomorrow she ys the eggs, and then tomorrow night she will be right as rain,” the nurse says, tucking the bnket around Izzy.

  “That’s it?” He asks, exasperated, Your girlfriend being pregnant with alien eggs is not part of the standard guidebook to life. “There has to be more to it than that, right? Do I need to watch out for anything?”

  “Not really. Any issues? Yell and tap your watch like a madman, and we will be here in a moment,” the nurse says and heads outside.

  Jacob looks around confused and sits down on the bed next to Izzy. He gently rubs her shoulder. Then undoing the buckle at the back, he removes her wet swim top; he goes into the bathroom and grabs a towel and ys it under her lower half. Then, with a tiredness he hasn't experienced before, he climbs in bed and curls up behind her. He pces a hand on her belly and moves his head close, smelling her hair. He quickly falls asleep.