In black-and-white, Taylor Dayne looks out the window and sighs.
Against a black background, she wears a black outfit and stands on the stage.
Back in black-and-white, she tilts her head back and leans her back against the wall. She and her boyfriend sit on the window sill and stare at one another. He rubs his shoulders and cheeks while they stand up. He puts his arm around her and hugs her. She puts her head on his chest and he kisses her forehead.
A young man plays the saxophone on stage.
She walks to the bed alone.
Taylor Dayne blows her nose into the tissue. Her boyfriend brings her another box and the garbage can. He puts his hand on her forehead and says she’s burning up. She says she feels okay and that it’ll be over tomorrow. He tells her she’s going to the doctor. She sighs and it’s just a cold. He tells he it’s been longer than two weeks and her cough sounds horrible. She lies down in bed and gets her phone number out for work. It was no use arguing with him.
The doctor prescribes Dayne some antibiotics and tells her it’ll clear up the infection. Her boyfriend takes the prescription and thanks him. The doctor tells Dayne to get some rest and feel better. She coughs as she gets up and her boyfriend asks her if she’s okay. She says it’ll pass. In the car, she falls asleep as he drives home.
He carries her to bed and puts the sheet over her. As she sleeps, she hears walk in the room and check on her. She sits up in bed and says the medicine helped. He sits beside her and asks if she’s hungry. She says she wants soup. He tells her he’ll heat it up for her. She wipes her nose and looks out the window. Her boyfriend was a sweet guy. Most of her boyfriends wouldn’t have touched her, knowing she was sick. She glances at the night stand and sees fashion magazines. He must’ve picked them up while she was resting.
She walks to the kitchen and he tells her it’ll be ready in a few minutes. She says it’s fine and that she loves him. He says he loves her, too. She sits at the table and says she hopes he doesn’t sick. He smiles and places the bowl of soup by her. He tells her she looks a lot better. She says the antibiotics have started to kick in. He sits with her as she eats. She asks him if he’s going to eat anything. He says he had a sandwich earlier. She says she’s go to the diner to get him an actual meal. He puts his hand on her arm and tells her he was upset about her all day and didn’t want to eat. She reaches over and hugs him.
Director: N/A Year: 1987