"Hey watch it! A hurt man would like to get to his car safely, ya know!"
Schuldig rapped the passing orderly with his silver cane. It was time for him to come home, and Nagi was walking him to Crawford's BMW, which waited out front. Well, Nagi was walking, Schuldig was being wheeled in his wheelchair, and if anyone looked closely, they would notice that Schuldig was not wheeling the wheelchair, nor was Nagi, who walked beside it.
Nagi kept his eyes to the floor, refusing to speak. Schuldig glanced at the young boy. "Hold on, Nagi. Stop."
Nagi stopped, as did the wheelchair.
"Nagi, look at me."
Two pools of indigo swam in tears. "If. . .If I could have. . .Could you ever. . .I mean-"
Schuldig held the boy's hand in his own. A tear fell on Schuldig's hand, hot and wet. "Nagi, I-"
Nagi's shoulders heaved, and he collapsed, burying his head in the German's lap, sobbing. "It's all my fault! I should have protected you!"
Schuldig ran a hand through the dark brown hair, comforting the boy. "It was my fault, Nagi, not yours. You did all you could."
Nagi stood back, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, gathering himself under control. "You're. . .you're not mad."
Schuldig waved it off. "Aw, hell no kid. Besides, if it weren't for you, I would have lost my hair or eyebrows. Then I would have to kill you."
Nagi giggled. "Okay, then, we're even."
Schuldig smiled crookedly, and felt his own eyes grow a bit damp. "Yeah, even." He said huskily. "Come on. Crawford's waiting."
He held out his hand. Nagi took it, and they walked to the entrance and to Crawford's car.
The ride back to the house silent. Crawford steered the car through the near empty streets.
"So, Schuldig, did you get everything you needed from the hospital?", he asked looking at the German through the rear view mirror. He seemed lost in thought. "Schuldig?"
"Huh?" Green eyes looked up from the window they were staring out of.
"Did you get everything you needed from the hospital?" The eyebrows knitted in concern.
"Oh. . .Oh yes, yes I did. By the way, I have these." He dug around in his pocket. "Ah, found them."
He held up a small prescription bottle.
"They're my morphine, for the pain."
Crawford pulled into the driveway. That's no problem, just make sure you're completely done with them before come back to work."
"No problem, Crawford."
Nagi helped Schuldig out of the car and to his room.