[ RE ] Full circle .

Nick idly pressed buttons on his cell phone. Beth was tapping out some unknown pop song with her pen. 
 
 Beth grinned, `` How does goodbye sound?'' with a cackle in her voice. 
 
 `` That's just cruel. Six years, Beth. I'm not going to just end it with `` goodbye''.'' Nick slid his phone a few inches away and stared at the lock screen; a picture of him and Kristi. 
 
 `` Ah, L'amour. When are you going to change that picture?'' 
 
 `` When the breakup is official.'' 
 
 `` Then send the text.'' 
 
 `` Breaking up via text is insensitive.'' 
 
 `` It was YOUR idea.'' 
 
 Beth was twirling the pencil now. Nick picked the phone up again, flicking it to his text messages and opening up Kristi PSYCHO DO NOT CALL. 
 
 `` So you've changed my contacts.'' 
 
 `` Just one.'' 
 
 Nick fumbled his thumbs on the touchscreen and took at least three breaths before hitting `` Send''. 
 
 The door opened only minutes later. Beth muttered the word `` Uncanny'' under her breath. Kristi slumped in. Slumped as her body was held aloft by sheer force of will and the barest remainder of sobriety. 
 
 Nick stood. `` Kristi, what are you doing here?'' 
 
 Kristi took one long stumble up to Nick and pulled his collar until their foreheads knocked together. Nick stared at his now-blurry, now-ex girlfriend and figured he probably looked blurrier to her. At least he hoped. 
 
 `` A texsht.'' 
 
 WHACK! Kristi leveled Nick with the quarter-full bottle of alcohol and followed him to the ground. Beth jumped back from her chair, ( and moved behind it, the table, and what was not likely a safe distance ). 
 
 `` Here we are, Nicky bicky icky. At the croshroads of some path somewhere in our relashunship. And you put us here.'' Kristi slid the bottle of Colt 45 and held it against Nick's head. 
 
 She certainly did n't see the chair coming. Even Beth was surprised it happened and she was the one holding the chair. Nick felt the lump growing on the side of his head. 
 
 `` Okay. So I just did that... what do we do now?'' 
 
 Nick sat up. 
 
 Kristi woke up six hours later. Nick knew this because she happened to wake up five minutes into visiting hours. The bare minimum would of course be to ensure she did n't receive any brain damage. Well... serious brain damage. 
 
 `` Hey... beautiful.'' 
 
 Nick flinched, ready to regret the doctor's decision not to strap Kristi to the hospital bed. Instead, Kristi just lay there with her eyes to the ceiling. 
 
 Nick sat on the bed next to her. `` You know, in the end...'' 
 
 Kristi interrupted him, `` I should have seen this coming.'' 
 
 The silence went on for another five minutes and Nick just stared at Kristi's hospital bed, unable to meet her eyes. Eventually his gaze went to the floor and he took one long, slow deep breath. `` Kristi, I'm-'' 
 
 The bedpan clanged hard on the back of his head and Nick went face first to the floor. 
 
 `` You bastard!'' Kristi kept banging away while Nick tried to shield his face. He knew, that in the end, *he* should have seen this coming. He looked up at the hospital bed next to him and saw it took three orderlies to subdue her. 
 
 `` Ah, l'amour.''
