That night, Brian laid awake in agony. He could not sleep due to the pain of his shattered bones. He wanted to toss and turn, but it was impossible due to the cast. He thought, When will this end?

The next morning, Quagmire asked Brian, "Hey Brian. Are you feeling any better?"

"Not really," Brian, who had dark circles under his eyes and a pale complexion, replied both tiredly and miserably, "I couldn't sleep because my bones were hurting like hell and I feel very sick."

"Oh you poor thing," Quagmire replied, as he petted Brian.

Brian then said, in response to Quagmire's petting, "That actually does make me feel a little better."

"Well, why don't I make us some breakfast?" Quagmire then said.

"Okay," Brian replied, still feeling tired.

Quagmire went downstairs took cook fix the food. Thirty minutes later, Quagmire walked back upstairs with the food. He then took one of Brian's pills, put it into a sausage, and fed it to Brian.

As soon as he was finished eating it, Brian said, "Thanks Quagmire. You've been really good to me."

Suddenly, Quagmire's phone started to buzz.

"Hold on," Quagmire said to Brian. He then answered the phone and said, "Hello . . . oh hey Lacy . . . look it's not that I don't like you. The reason I can't take you on a date is because I have to take care of a hurt dog, who is sick right now . . . What do you want me to do; leave Brian all by himself? . . . He can't fucking move, what do you expect? . . . HE'S IN A FUCKING BODY CAST! DAMN IT! . . . BYE!"

Quagmire then hung up and explained, "That was Lacy, my girlfriend who has just dumped me thirty seconds ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Brian replied.

"It'll be fine," Quagmire replied, "Besides, there are other women to bang and Lacy wasn't hot enough. Now, is there anything that I can do to make you feel more comfortable?"

"Some extra pillows would be nice," Brian then said.

Quagmire then said, "I'll get you some. I'll be right back."

He then left the room and came back with two more large white pillows. He placed them under Brian's body.

"How's this?" Quagmire asked.

"I do feel more comfortable," Brian answered, "Thanks Quagmire."

"Oh it's nothing," Quagmire then said and to himself, he mumbled, "I can't believe Lacy had to be so uncompassionate."

Brian replied, "I know exactly how you feel, but you know what, if Lacy can't be compassionate enough to understand this situation, then she doesn't deserve you. She probably is hurting herself more than she is hurting you, as she had given herself a bad reputation; the reputation of being the kind of woman who doesn't care if her boyfriend has to take care of someone."

"Brian, that was some pretty good advice," Quagmire responded, "I'm going to try to remember that."

"Hopefully you will find someone who is understanding," Brian then added on.

"Thanks, Brian. That means so much to me," Quagmire replied.

Brian then chuckled slightly and said, "Well, they don't call me the 'voice of reason' for nothing."

Quagmire then said, "Say, if you are well enough, would you like to hang out with Joe and Cleveland, this Saturday?"

Brian could not believe what he just heard. Hanging out with Peter's group of friends was something that Brian wanted to do, but Quagmire's hatred towards him kept that from happening.

Brian finally said, "I would love that."

"Well I'm glad," Quagmire then said, "Now you need to get some rest. Let me know if you need anything."

Brian rested the rest of the morning. At around twelve o'clock, Quagmire came in, carrying a plate with a juicy steak on it.

"Hey Brian," Quagmire said, "I got you something."

When Brian smelled it, he then said, enthusiastically, "Is that steak! Because I love steak."

He then panted his tongue and tried to jump, only to remember that he was in a full body cast.

"Damn it," Brian responded to his immobility. He then thought, I can see what Joe has to go through.

Quagmire placed the plate down and cut the steak into a few pieces. He then started feeding Brian. After he was done eating, Brian then said, "Wow. Thanks Quagmire. That steak was so frickin' good."

"I'm glad you liked it," Quagmire replied, and as he petted Brian, he said, "You're such a good boy."

"Aww, Quagmire," Brian responded, "I'm feeling better already."