Sal dragged Travis to the hospital, after Travis had suffered from severe abdominal pain from being hit. The doctors had given Travis anesthesia while he was in surgery, so after, the effects hadn't worn off, and he was still loopy. A nurse had come in to remove the sensors on Travis's chest, while Sal was sitting next to Travis's hospital bed. The nurse was talking to Travis. "Okay can you put your finger right here?" Travis still being high on anesthesia, did his best. The nurse smiled a bit. "That'll work." Travis lifted up his hand, and turned it around. "Am I turning white again?? Why is my hand white?-" The nurse grinned "That's your actual hand, so I hope not." Travis spoke again with his slightly slurred speech. "My hand is white-" The nurse inhaled to keep from laughing. "I promise we didn't do anything to it. Okay i'm just gonna put this on-" Travis spoke again with his head tilting back a bit. "Are you sure." "I am sure." Travis narrowed his eyes a bit suspiciously. "Are you POSITIVE?" The nurse smiled again, all while Sal was recording the interaction. "Absolutely. Oh my gosh you're so much fun." Travis looked over his other hand looking surprised. "Am I white and black??" "Yes." Travis's eyes widened. "Am I grey???" The nurse sighed to keep from laughing again. "No- Well I hope you're not grey or i'm in big trouble." Sal snickered, then Travis spoke again. "Black and white equals grey. I'm grey." The nurse spoke again. Before you know it, you'll have grey hair and wish you never said that." The nurse walked back over. "Now...I gotta take those tags off your chest, so this is the part nobody likes. The stickers on your chest, There's 3 of them that have to come off." The nurse moved down Travis's shirt a bit to grab the tags. "You ready?" The nurse detached one of the tags. "One." Travis looked down. "She stole my nipples! Oh my god!!"