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Chapter 2:

"Mr. O'Brian," Toby scolded, "We have an assistance button in here for a reason!" He turned the wheelchair upright, the reached down to help the man up.

The man's eyes hardened, "I don't need your help." He muttered, reaching up for the beam on the side of the wall and trying to pull himself up.

Toby rolled his eyes, and brought the wheelchair over to the man's back, and helping him from behind. "There. Now that we got that out of the way, Walter meet your new orderly, Paige Dineen."

"Greetings." Walter muttered, "Now if you excuse me." He rolled his wheelchair over to a table on the other side of the room, and picked up a leather bound book, with a pencil next to it.

"Paige, Walter O'Brian . Paralyzed from the waist down, severe PTSD, just plain prissy in general." Toby sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms.

Walter pulled his chair over to the bed, and grabbed a metal bar that hung over it, hoisting himself up and into the bed. His arms looked scrawny, but Paige could tell he exerted more upper body strength then you could see on the outside. "Thank you Toby for your...tender discourse around me. It's good to meet you, Mrs. Dineen, but I doubt I will need much assistance from you in the near future. Here."

He held out a folded up paper he had pulled from inside the book. Paige took it, and unfolded it, feeling confused as small typed handwriting. "And this is...?

"A list of triggers. This way you will be able to keep your job longer." He stated simply, pulling himself up to sit a little straighter, "If that's all then I'm going to have to ask you to go, I want to continue my writing and I cannot do so with distractions."

Toby ushered her out the door before Paige could think.

"Well...he certainly is..."

Rolling his eyes, Toby muttered, "A prick? Yeah, I know."

Paige looked at the shut door, "His mind seems perfectly fine, if I may ask, why is her here? In the difficult side of all places?"

Sighing, Toby sat down on a hard bench that resided against the wall, "Let me explain. Walter O'Brian was a college professor, who taught Phycology, Physics and Bio-Chemistry. Only 32% of his classes made a passing grade, 7% of them got B's, and the rare 2% got A's. He was credited for forming the best in the field."

Nodding, Paige looked at the small form of her son down the hallway, "What happened?"

"Car crash."

Toby noted the shudder, the quick turn in her seat to see Ralph was still ok. He continued as if he didn't see it, "Lost his Fiancé, nephew and his dog. Worst part was, he dragged the girlfriend outside, had to hold her as she bled out. Major PTSD problems, semi-paralyzation from the waist down."

Paige looked confused, "Semi-paralyzation? And that still doesn't answer my question, PTSD is not the worst-"

"I say Semi because it could be fixed with enough physical therapy, but he won't go. Survivors guilt keeps him in that room and no doctor in the world can convince him to leave." He ran a hand thru his hair, "Paige, the reason he won't leave is the same reason his name is above this hallway. Walter paid for most of this establishment, and still pays for it today...he sure is rich enough. Had a sister here, in the same room his is now, with Multiple Personality Disorder. Parents physically abused both of them, and she was basically his parent until she turned 14, when the authorities re-homed them."

Paige sat back, "You're kidding me...and the list?" The turned over the piece of folded paper in her hands.

"I did say he was a prick." Toby joked, a wry smile across his face. "Walter is...forthright. He doesn't like tip-toing around anything in general, and he will speak his mind so prepare for that."

With that, a nasally voiced nurse sounded from the speakers, "Attention, dinner will be served in 10 minutes, please be in the mess hall on time or it will all be cold." A loud ringing sound echoed as she fumbled with the mic, making everyone in the building cringe.

Toby stood up, "I gotta get my room ready for my night patients...if you need anything, and if anyone gives you any problems...you can definitely interrupt."

Paige shook the outstretched hand offered to her, "Thank you so much Toby, I better go get my patients ready."

Toby watched her walk to Walter's door, and take a deep breath. She turned around once to look at him, he flashed her his most encouraging grin and sent two tumbs up, watching as she knocked.

'You did the right thing.'

Toby didn't even turn to the person now sitting next to him, "Go. Away." He mumbled under his breath.

'Calm yourself hotshot,' She soothed, 'Just wanted to let you know, you did good.'

Then, she was gone.

And Toby was rushing back to his room to take his medicine.

This would not happen again.

I apopogize for the really, really short chapter but I'm trying to update, lol. Let me know what you think!