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He didn't like his room with these all bright colored walls and view at the hated garden. The food felt strange and in TV room was always many people, watching him intently from their seats on the dark couches, like he has an extra pair of eyes or something on his face. In other words he hates this place and he decided he'd do anything to run away. It's just matter of time before he began walking again and be able to leave this awful place on his own.

'The sky is so bright and birds singing so lovely outside, I'm sure you'd like to take a walk.' He frowned, as familiar, cheeky voice reached his ears and the most hated person slipped inside his room with big grin.

'So you figured wrong.' He snapped and moved on his wheelchair toward the window with hope he'd take a hint and leave him alone.

'Prisoners are more tanned than you.' He retorted and slowly followed him, clapping his hands together. 'You need a fresh air and to get rid off this grumpy look on your face.'

'I thought I already told you I want a new nurse.' He said through the teeth, watching intently his young face.

'Look, can we talk about it?' Tom licked his lips nervously and closed the door behind himself.

'No, we can't. I demand new new nurse.' He repeated firmly.

'I think you're able to stand me for one month.' He said a little annoyed, his hazel eyes shining with anger. 'One month, Pete. I don't ask for too much, do I?' He'd never understand why this guy hates him so much, like he at least did something nasty to him.

'You're just getting on my nerves. Get out.' He showed him the door, but Tom didn't budge.

'I can' have any bad opinion for the next month.' He stopped his eyes a little longer at younger man, showing him interest. 'If you demand new nurse, I'd have problems.' It looked like Tom decided to play open cards with him, although he didn't has any clue if Peter would use it against him or maybe decides to play a bit longer with a lad.

Why?' He asked innocently, wondering if he'd has any benefits from his confession.

'I'm working here only because I used to drive a car under influence of alcohol, and judge decided he wouldn't put me into prison, but instead I'd repay society for all harms I have done.' He smirked, surely loving the revealations. Someone was very naughty boy, here.

'Well, I'm sure it's not the end of the story.' He said with a wolfish grin. 'You wouldn't have to work here as a volunteer if you only drive a car, being totally pissed off.' He noticed.

'Maybe I could destroy a few things on my way, when I lost control over the car, but at least I didn't kill or hurt anyone.' He admitted reluctantly, rolling his eyes, and Peter saw his chance. Now, when he had something on this cocky lad, he was sure his life here, would be way better, or at least more entertainment.

'I'm really impressed you're so open with me and tell these all things, although I know it has to be hard for you to say that.' He said with a fake smile, in head already calculating what he might gets if he pulls the right buttons.

'I just can't lose my chance, now. It's my last month, and then I'm done.' He sighed heavily and moved hand over his face. 'So, would you at least once, do something good, and give me a chance? I think we both can work together, when we get to know each other better.'

'Okay...I think I can handle you for a month.' He sighed also, and barely stopped himself from grin widely.

'Thanks for that.' He winked to him and grinned once again. 'And understanding.'

'Everyone make mistakes.' Tom nodded his head in agreement, but there was something disturbing in the way Pete was watching him with dangerous gleams in the eyes. Just like he found a prey for himself, and he didn't like this feeling. 'So, would you take me for a walk, then?'

'Yea, sure.' Yes, surely there was something not alright.

'Why are you smiling at me like Cheshire cat?' Cheryl took her eyes off from magazine and watched him intently.

'I'm just smiling to you.' Warren replied with the same grin and reached for his glass. 'Cheers, Cheryl.'

'From where this change, eh?' She didn't let him fool herself. She put the magazine down and crossed her arms against chest as she kept watching him. 'I thought last time I said very clearly what I think about you.' He was hiding something, she could felt it. Recently his cockiness and self-assurance came back to him and he was behaving like he won a million in lottery.

'Old times, Cheryl.' He smiled. 'We should forgive each other, shouldn't we?' Definitely he was doing something behind her back. And she didn't like it.

'But some people never change, Warren.' She retorted with fake smile, playing along. 'So...' She leaned over him and continued in whisper. 'What are playing at?'

'In nothing.' He replied with innocent smile, pretending he felt hurt because of her accusation. 'I'm just doing my job, Cheryl.'

'Oh, really?' She snorted. 'I've never seen you working behind the bar.'

'Because that's not my job.' He said and took another sip of his drink. 'You should relax a bit, you look tensed.' He added as he took a look at her. 'Maybe you should pop around for a little massage.' He added with a grin.

'Maybe to yours flat, eh?' She rolled her eyes. 'Forget about that, Warren. I'm not interested.'

'For now.' Warren said, making Cheryl frown.

'What you mean by that?'

'Nothing. I'm just trying to say, you never know what you can meet on your way next time, and you should be more careful. Maybe need someone's help.' He smirked. 'Take it as a friendly advice.'

'It has to be the first time when you're giving someone friendly advice.' She sid sarcastically, didn't trust him even a bit. She moved back and grabbed her magazine. 'Keep your advices for yourself, Warren. And for once do something useful here, and clean the restroom.'

'As you wish, Cheryl.' He grinned and watched her walking away. 'Just wait until you see my surprise.' He chuckled and downed the rest of his drink. 'Cheers, Cheryl. You'd need one very soon.'

'Why don't you try to stand up?' Tom suggested and moved the wheelchair under oak. 'Come on, Pete. I'll help you.'

'How many times I have to tell you to not call me Pete. My names Peter.' He said annoyed and glanced unsurely at the tree. 'I don't have enough strenght to stand up.'

'You never feel strenght enough to do anything.' Tom retorted unmoved and took the blanket from his legs, before threw it on the ground. 'Come on. Try once.'

'I said no!' He cried and tightened hands around armrests as he noticed few patients watching him with curious. 'I don't feel well.'

'Your excercise are starting from tomorrow morning and no one would care if you're tired or not. You same said you want to walk again and get out from this place, but if you want to reach it, you need to do something about that.' He explained slowly.

'I know.' He said quietly.

'So why you're not doing anything to change it?' He asked softly, confused. 'Is there anything what stop you from doing it?'

'It's nothing.' He snapped, like always trying to push him away, instead of admit his problem.

'Come on, Pete. For once be honest with me. Why don't you want to try to stand up?' He gently squeezed his shoulder.

'You wouldn't have strenght to hold me up.' He replied almost in whisper, like he was ashamed.

'It's the only thing which stop you?' He smiled as man nodded his head, didn't dare to look at him, sure Tom was already laughing at him. 'I'll hold you up. I'm a strong guy, although maybe you can't see that.' He chuckled.

'I don't want...'

'I'll hold you, I promise...Just give me a credit, okay? He encouraged him and gently slipped hands under his armpits. 'Come on, Pete. Do it just once. For yourself.' He smiled when Peter grabbed tightly the armrests and his muscles tensed. Tom moved his arms down his body and held him tight around waist, as the man began standing up. His legs were shaking, fingers turned white. 'That's right. You did it, Pete!' He grinned as man fully stood up and looked down at his keeper, before took one shyly step forward and smiled slightly. 'You can be proud of yourself.'

'Of what? I'm not walking.' He put his hands on Tom's ones as he tilted on the right and was sure he's going to fall down. But he kept hold him tight, almosy squeezing the air off his lungs.

'Relax, I hold you.' He said softly and pulled him back to make him lean over his chest. 'You stand up. It's the first, big step, Pete...Now, don't be scared. Just pull yourself back on me and I'll help you to sit down, okay?'

'You're small.' Pete suddenly chuckled as he slowly was sitting down on his wheelchair.

'Only about one head smaller.' He smirked and moved his hands back on man's shoulders. 'Now, it wasn't so bad, was it?'

'Yea, it wasn't.' He nodded and even small smile formed on his lips as he looked into hazel, glistening eyes of his keeper.