"I know, it was almost hard to say now." She laughs. "But your persistence was cute and hey, it paid off finally." She smirks again, returning the kiss before stopping. "Unfortunately, I have to work on this sketch. We've been having non-stop sex like every day, I think you can take one for the team." She laughs and gets back up. "Maybe later tonight."

"Yeah, that's how they all start, me and Ansley work our asses off drawing up clothes so people can look good. It's tougher than people think. It's not all glam and selling clothes in a store. We have to literally create outfits and it can be so stressful." She smiles and sits back down. "I have like 3 our of 10 done babe. I'm so stressed."

"I know you love to watch me. I don't mind, it doesn't bother me." She laughs a little. "You have no fashion taste whatsoever and I can't put my name on just anything."

Veronica stares at him. "And this is why I don't let you design anything." She laughs and shakes her head. "MAYBE I'll think about it but for now I have to finish these first."

"You're just gonna sit there, watching me? I'll be up all night." She chuckles a little before continuing to draw.

"Do whatever you want Rory, I'm not here to stop you and yes I'll be up all night. Fashion waits for no one. Every minute spent waiting is like a minute I'm behind on trends and my styles will be outdated, no one will want them and our business will fail. It's very important I finish this tonight."

Isabel had woken up earlier in the day after having been unconscious for majority of the night. She didn't remember what happened so she was told by the staff and her family had also confirmed it. She was feeling better but all she really wanted to do was to see Joey. The nurses said she was still too weak to get up and walk but she begged them to help her anyway and so they did. Izzy felt a little lightheaded but all that mattered was if Joey was okay. She was sitting in the chair next to his hospital bed, watching him as he was still unconscious. One of the doctors told her that his lungs weren't as strong as hers because of his history of smoking. She wished he'd just wake up and talk to her again.

Izzy looked up at Joey's mother. She could tell she was upset and of course she would be. Her son was lying in a hospital bed, lifeless with no signs of getting better. She sighed a little. "I'm okay." Her voice was low and a little raspy. "You should sit."

Izzy shook her head. "They just keep telling me that everything's going to be okay and that I should rest but...I don't wanna leave his side." She looks over at her, gently grabbing her hand. "He's going to be okay, Ms. Simonsen. He's a strong guy and I know he'll fight to wake up."

"Thank you." She smiles slightly at her. "They said that I would be able to leave soon...but I don't wanna leave Joey behind. My parents want me to stay with them for the time being. I don't even remember any of it.." She said quietly.