At the medical center, Adam and Christina were outside the VIP ward, sneaking a peek at George and Alice Grey—Meredith's mom—sharing a bed. They swapped a quick look, no words needed, and instantly knew what they were gonna do next.
Inside the ward, George O'Malley had one foot on the bed and one on the floor, too nervous to fully climb in. He squirmed around, totally uncomfortable, his brain spiraling. Who am I? Where am I? What the heck am I doing? But the loudest thought bouncing around in his head was: What would Meredith think if she saw this?
"He looks super awkward," Christina whispered.
"Yeah, and he should," Adam said with a grin. "The guy's pale and chubby, like a big marshmallow, and he acts the part too. Everyone thinks he's gay, you all treat him like one of the girls, but people forget—he's still a dude."
"So?" Christina asked, tilting her head.
"So," Adam said, smirking, "in the right moment, he can still turn into a total wolf. How else do you think he had that little fling with Meredith? And now, here he is with her mom? Ha!"
"Oh, you mean…" Christina's eyes widened as it clicked. She glanced back at George with a grossed-out look. "Him? That's nasty! Do all guys have these weird, disgusting thoughts?"
"Nah, not me," Adam shot back, playing innocent. "I don't even know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, right," Christina snorted.
"Anyway," Adam laughed, "I'll leave this to you for a bit. I've gotta take my friend for a test. I'll swing back to take over later. Once the caregivers show up tomorrow, we won't have to deal with this anymore."
"Fine," Christina nodded, dropping the topic.
Adam headed off and realized Chandler still hadn't come out of the bathroom. He knocked on the door. "Chandler? You good?"
"Just a sec," Chandler mumbled, sounding embarrassed.
"Not bad," Adam teased, checking his watch. "Those morning runs must be paying off, huh?"
"It's not that," Chandler groaned.
"Take your time, call me when you're done," Adam said with a grin.
"Do I really have to do this?" Chandler's voice came out all whiny from inside.
"Yup," Adam replied, pausing for effect. "You'd better handle it yourself, or I'll have to get Monica or a nurse to help you out."
"There are nurses who do that?" Chandler asked, sounding shocked.
"Oh yeah," Adam said, barely holding back a laugh. "Some nurses are like that tailor Joey told you about—they love going the extra mile, totally free, totally voluntary. You'd be into him."
After that, the bathroom went dead quiet.
"Chandler?" Adam called out.
"Go away!" Chandler yelled. "I don't need him!"
"Haha, alright," Adam cracked up. "But if you don't hurry up and take care of it, I'm sending him in."
With that, he walked off, still laughing.
Ten minutes later, Chandler crept out and awkwardly handed Adam the sample—like it was some sacred relic.
"Let's hit the lab," Adam said, not taking it himself but making Chandler hold onto it as he dragged him along.
The results came back quick.
"A little low, but still normal," Adam said, relieved as he scanned the report.
"What's that mean?" Chandler asked, totally lost.
"Means you can have kids, but it's gonna take some effort," Adam said with a smile.
"Wait, what?" Chandler blinked. "I thought we were checking for STDs or something!"
"We did that too," Adam said, all serious. "You're clean there. Now we're just waiting on Monica."
Right then, Monica walked out. She's got a sixth sense for this stuff and could tell something was up. She looked nervous as hell.
An hour later, Adam had her results.
"So?" Monica asked, her voice shaking.
"Not great," Adam sighed. "No STDs, but your body's not exactly primed for pregnancy."
"Oh no!" Monica gasped, looking like her world just crashed.
"How?" Chandler asked, pulling her into a hug.
"Probably the weight loss," Adam explained. "You used to be pretty heavy, Monica, and dropping all that so fast to get this figure? That kind of extreme dieting messes with your body. Plus, there's your natural makeup too."
Think about how Monica handles cookies—she wouldn't touch them at first, but once she caved, she couldn't stop. That's a sign she's still hardcore dieting. She went from being a "two-in-one" big girl to slim in no time, basically shedding a whole person's worth of weight. For a woman, that's at least 100 pounds. Losing that much that fast? No surprise it threw her system off.
"I can't get pregnant?" Monica whispered, covering her mouth in panic.
"It's not impossible," Adam said, softening his tone. "Just trickier. Good thing Chandler's normal. If you two start trying now and keep at it for a few years, you've got a solid chance."
"Really?" Monica looked at him, desperate for hope.
"Really," Adam nodded. "And hey, there's a perk."
"What perk?" Monica perked up.
"You can skip the condoms now," Adam grinned. "Saves cash and spices things up."
"Chandler, we're heading home," Monica said, grabbing his arm. "Tonight, no sleeping. Actually, until I'm pregnant, you're not getting a full night's rest!"
"But we just got back from our honeymoon!" Chandler protested. "Can't we chill for a bit?"
"No way," Monica snapped. "Clock's ticking."
As she yanked him toward the door, Chandler glanced back at Adam with a glare that screamed betrayal.
"You've got this!" Adam called out, throwing him a fist pump for encouragement.