Our love story began, like those of many before us, in an underutilized patient holding area in the basement of the Hershey Medical Center (HMC) that had been hastily converted into a nursing unit. Jessie, a nurse new to HMC, was promised an exciting job, great benefits, and opportunities for advancement. In true HMC fashion, she was quickly advanced off of orientation, and directly into a supervisory role. In charge of a small new unit with eight beds, two nurses, one toilet, zero windows, and of course, her miniature fondue pot, Jessie had found her place. Jessie somehow managed to enjoy 6 months at HMC before she first encountered Jeff. He claims to vividly remember the day it happened. Jeff, the physical therapist of our story, received a consult for a patient in this basement unit. None of you reading this will be surprised to hear that Jeff deleted the email that contained the location of, and directions to this unit. Jeff, armed with his rolling walker and poor sense of direction, wandered around the hospital basement until he found Paul. Paul, our matchmaker, was a patient who had undergone a spinal surgery, and was less than excited about the accompanying pain and hospital dietary options. Jeff was working with Paul, when Jessie entered the room to administer medicine, and Paul, immediately had to call his wife to express his displeasure with the flavor of juice boxes she had brought for him to take his medicine. He concluded the call, and demanded that Jessie go on a date with his physical therapist, Jeff. Jessie quickly fired off an excuse and left the room. Over the next few days that Jessie and Jeff had Paul, he would joke that they should go out to dinner and eventually "invite him to the wedding". Jessie, likely under duress from lack of sunlight in the basement, finally agreed to a date despite having no intentions to follow through. Surprising even herself, Jessie met Jeff for a cup of coffee, which turned into dinner, and eventually forever.