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Arthur knelt down next to the frail man, and took his hand, shocked at how he could feel the bones through the skin. "It'll be ok," he whispered. He swallowed, his anxiety increasing as he heard footsteps. Suddenly, a female doctor entered, followed by two nurses. She clicked her tongue in exasperation.

"Please don't tell me he was trying to leave," she said, kneeling down next to Arthur. He noticed her name tag read "Dr Bryce." Arthur nodded. "He was."

"I don't normally go for strapping patients to their bed, unless they're an extreme danger to themselves, but in Mr Fischer's case, I'm prepared to make an exception." She looked at the two male nurses. "Please get him back into bed, one of you stay in the room with him. I need to get a 5mg dosage of valium...hopefully it'll calm him down." She looked at Arthur, and smiled wryly. "Just so you know, I don't believing in dosing patients either..."

"Unless they're a danger to themselves," Arthur finished. "Doctor...is he?"

She looked at him. "What's your relationship with the patient?"

Arthur swallowed. "I'm a good friend," he said, honestly.

She nodded. "I recognise you. Its Arthur Ogilvie, isn't it?"

Arthur sighed. "Yes. Famous for nothing more than wearing clothes and...well, that's it."

Bryce's face broke into a grin. "You have healthy self-awareness, Mr Ogilvie. Very commendable." She looked at Robert, who was being gently placed back onto the bed. "I wish he did."

"How is he?" Arthur asked, biting his lip.

"Well, on a physical level, he's a mess." She shook her head. "His blood pressure is too low, his mineral levels are out of balance, and for all his protests we're trying to fatten him up, he'd have to gain about 30lbs to get to his ideal weight." She looked at Robert's bone white countenance. "Not to mention that he's also possibly the most obnoxious, rudest, most unpleasant patient we've had to deal with for a while." She smiled tiredly. "If you can talk some sense into him, please do."

Arthur nodded. "I'll try." He looked at him. Suddenly, he heard a buzzing noise. He realised it was Robert's cell phone, which he'd been clutching in his other hand. Arthur opened it. "Hello?"

"Robert, where are you?" Jared's voice floated out of the tiny device. "You're supposed to be at the studio, ready for the shoot!"

"He's in bed," Arthur said, calmly.

"Arthur?" Jared's voice sounded confused. "Arthur, why have you got Robert's phone?"

"Because I'm here at the hospital, and he's here, and he's sick, and he's not leaving." Arthur surprised himself with how firm and authorative his voice sounded. Jared clicked his tongue.

"Well, that's a real shame. Because he was about to do a very important assignment. And, no, you can't have it, unless you can drop 15lbs overnight."

Arthur smiled. "If its a choice between being the way I am, and working with you again, I'll stay the way I am, thanks."

"You've dug your own grave." Jared's voice dropped slightly. "I'll let you explain this to Peter Browning."

Arthur shrugged. "Fine." He heard a click, and realised Jared had hung up. He turned to Bryce. "I guess he won't be leaving anytime soon."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Oh, and Mr Ogilvie?"

"Yes?"

"You could do with eating a few more carbs yourself." She smiled. "Unless of course, the mere mention of the word makes you want to have a nervous breakdown."

Arthur smiled. "No. Trust me."

"Good." She looked at him. "And try eating a little more sugar. It can be wonderful, in moderation."

Arthur whistled. "Am I being medically advised to eat pasta, ice cream, and cake?"

She nodded. "Yes."

He grinned. "Best diagnosis ever. Thank you!"

Arthur sighed as he began to walk back to the car he'd borrowed from Ariadne, keys in his hand. Suddenly he looked up as he heard the screech of tires. Shrugging, he proceeded to walk to the little hatchback, and prepared to open it. Suddenly, he heard a shout, and looked up. An older man was running across the parking lot, puffing slightly. Arthur's eyes narrowed - he recognised the overweight figure. Peter Browning.

"Arthur!" the older man shouted, angrily. "Wait!"

"What do you think you're playing at?" Browning practically snarled. "Robert should be on a photoshoot!"

"Robert's too sick to walk across the room without collapsing," Arthur replied, shortly, opening the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date to go to."

"And you're too fat to walk down a runway without going through it!" Browning practically screamed. Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" He looked at the older man's ample paunch. "Who are you calling fat?"

"You should be careful what you say," the older man said, his tone slightly menacing. "I have contacts, I -"

"Doesn't matter to me," Arthur interrupted. "I've given up modelling." He glared at Browning. "And if Robert has any sense, once he's started to listen to the opinions of people who are properly qualified to comment on his health, so will he." Leaving the older man open mouthed, he turned the key in the ignition, and began to drive away.

"My God!" Ariadne gasped, turning to Arthur. "So he just collapsed again?"

"Yes." Arthur sunk down onto a seat. "He did. Then Jared tried to call him, and Browing encountered me in the parking lot..." he shuddered. "God. I need to get away from this profession."

She nodded. "Yes."

"On the other hand though," he said, swinging round and catching her by the waist, drawing her closer to him, "I did get told by a doctor I should eat more carbs."

She leaned down and kissed him. "Glad to hear it." She put her arms round him. "I can make spaghetti!"

"Let me help," he offered. He bit his lip. "I've never really liked Robert-"

"I'm not surprised," she interrupted. "He's not very likeable."

"But, he could do with someone to love." Arthur looked at her. "Its a crazy idea, though."

"What is it?" she pressed.

"Do you have any nice friends? Any nice, single friends who can cook?"

She nodded, smiling. "I think I do. Shall we give her a call?"

"Mr Fischer?" He turned and looked at the nurse. "Yes?"

"Your girlfriend is here."

Robert blinked, shocked. "I don't have a-" Suddenly, Summer entered. "Oh, Robert!" She crooned, throwing her arms around his neck. "I've been so worried!"

He choked slightly. "Summer. How good to see you."

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