Kent headed to his office to rest, but as he walked past Roxy's desk, he stopped and stared at her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Working?" she replied, confused.

"I got you out of the hospital yesterday," he said.

"And I'm much better today," she replied, giving him a small smile.

"You don't look better, you look terrible," Kent said, walking up to her desk.

"I'm fine," she insisted. "And happy to resume."

Kent sat down in the chair across from her and sighed. "Roxy, you have to take care of yourself. I know you want to work, but you're only hurting yourself if you push yourself too...