Two days had gone by without incident, although Carter's memory still had not returned. Peter was starting to get worried that maybe there was a more serious problem. Mark kept trying to explain to Peter to give it a little bit longer. It was normal for people who have lost their memories to take awhile getting them back.

People were starting to relax, and things had started to settle down. Lucy returned to work, and insisted on seeing Carter. As she entered the room she noticed that Peter wasn't there. He had practically been a permanent fixture in the room for the past three days. Carter was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, and the guard sat in the corner reading a magazine. He looks terrible, she thought. It looked like he hadn't slept at all.

"Dr. Carter?" she tentatively asked. Lucy was still unsure as to whether he would recognize her or not.

"Yes?"

"I don't know if you remember me. I'm Lucy Knight; you're student."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you. Dr. Benton told me you were with me in the car accident. Were we good friends?"

Lucy didn't know how to explain their relationship in simple terms. "You might say we were friends. We did have our differences though. We're both, uh, stubborn might be the word. You can see how that might cause problems."

"Yeah, I think I get it. Was there something you wanted to talk to me about? You look like there's something on your mind."

"I just wanted to see how you're doing. I heard you're being released this morning, which is good." Lucy was starting to feel a little awkward. It was hard talking to him.

"From what I understand, I owe you for getting help. I might of gotten pneumonia or really sick if you hadn't of gone for help. Thank you."

Lucy couldn't believe it, she was starting to blush. She prayed he wouldn't notice. "It was nothing."

"I find that hard to believe. I owe you when I get my memory back."

Lucy was starting to get a little nervous. The only other time she'd seen Dr. Carter so polite to her was after he had dislocated his shoulder. "I have to go back to work Dr. Carter. I hope you get your memory back, and I will see you later."

Carter allowed himself a small smile as she left the room. That was strange, he thought to himself. He was having a hard time believing that he was a doctor, and he had a student he was teaching. Of course he had other more important issues to think about. He was thankful the guy hadn't comeback ever since he'd visited him that one day.

It was the nightmares that worried him the most. Not only the fact that he was having them, but that they had been predicting what was going to happen. Peter hadn't told him everything that was going on with the strange man who had threatened him. Like who exactly the guy was and why he was after him. Just enough to keep his curiosity at bay. He could understand that. Benton just didn't want to worry him more than was necessary. Of course, Carter planned to get it out of him later on. Carter just didn't see how it was possible that he lost his memory, but has nightmares with someone he had seen only briefly, a month ago, in them.

The day the man came into the hospital was also the day he had had the nightmare where the man was in the car. Also everything the man had spoken to him in the dream had been written in the letter. He thought that was more than coincidence. More like predictions. Carter was afraid to tell Benton all this because he'd probably think he had gone nuts.

"Are you sure it's not too soon to be releasing him? His memory isn't back yet," Peter demanded.

"Like I've said before Peter. It's not totally unexpected with concussions. Also the stress from the nightmares and this whole situation isn't helping much either," Mark interjected.

"Yeah, there's that too. What the hell are we going to do about this? Just because there's been two days without incident doesn't mean he's not gonna try to hurt Carter after he's released."

"I've taken care of that Peter," Kerry said as she limped back to the admit desk. "I've been in contact with his grandmother in Switzerland. She's wired over the money for us to hire someone to keep watch on Carter's place until Vollmer's caught."

"What the hell good's that gonna do?" Peter yelled. "He lives in an apartment! This guard would have to be in the apartment with Carter to do any good!"

"I was thinking about that, and I think I have a solution," Kerry said. She allowed a sly smile to pass over her lips as she said this. "Why doesn't he stay with you? Before you say anything, hear me out. You live in a house that's big enough for the two of you right? Even with his memory gone he's taken quite a liking to you. He trusts you Peter."

Peter knew she was right. It wasn't such a bad idea after all. "Okay Kerry. But I'm gonna need time off to stay with him."

"That can be arranged," Mark said.

"Alright. I'm going to take Carter to his place for some things, and then we'll head over to my place. Have the private duty cop waiting outside my place when we get there. We shouldn't be more than 5 minutes at Carter's place. Understand?"

"Don't worry Peter."

As Peter headed towards Carter's room he could hear Kerry on the phone already hiring someone. When he entered the room Carter looked like he was deep in thought. The bruises still covered his face, but were not as prominent.

"Carter? I've got some good news."

"They caught the guy?" he asked with hopeful eyes. Eyes, Peter noticed, that had developed black bags under them. He'd personally make sure Carter started getting a full nights sleep.

"Sorry. They haven't got him yet. As you know you're being released this morning. We've decided you're going to go home with me. Your grandmother in Switzerland has wired some money over, and we're going to hire a private cop to sit guard outside my house."
"I hope I'm not any convenience, Dr. Benton," Carter started. "I could just stay here or something."

"No. Definitely not. Believe me, it's not a problem. We'll stop at your place first to get some of your things, then we'll head on over to mine. I've got the next few days off work, so I'll be able to stay there with you."

"Wow. Thank you Dr. Benton." Things were starting to look a little better. Maybe once he left the hospital the nightmares would stop. Thinking about the nightmare was setting him on edge. At least the private duty cop will be able to keep that guy from hurting him.

"No problem. Now, we need to get you some clothes to wear. I'll have Carol bring in the paperwork so you can sign out, and I'll go to the lost and found for some clothes."

Ten minutes later Carter was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for Peter to come back. It had surprised him how hard it was to sit up. Not only from the pain caused by his broken ribs, but the lack of sleep was making him feel weak. He hoped he'd be able to stand up without falling over. Considering he'd only slept about 2 hours in the past two days, sleep was actually starting to look pretty good. Whenever someone came to check at night to make sure he was asleep, he'd just pretend. He thought he'd had everybody fooled, but Peter had noticed. He just didn't say anything about it. Yet.

Peter came back carrying a pair of blue scrub bottoms and a long- sleeved button up shirt. He saw Carter staring off into space.

"Carter?" he asked, getting no response. He tried again a little more forcefully. "Carter? I've got some clothes for you."

"Oh. Didn't hear you come in. Thanks," Carter said.

"Can you manage? Or do you need some help." Peter knew it was extremely painful to bend down to put pants on with broken ribs.

"I can manage," Carter said, more confidently than he felt.

"If you're sure. I'll just be outside. Call if you need me." Peter left the room. He had a feeling Carter would call for help once he tried to bend down.

Carter took the scrub bottoms and contemplated how he was going to do this without aggravating his ribs, or falling over. He tried holding them low enough so he could lift his leg and put it in, but moving his leg like that still hurt. Maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as he'd originally thought.

"Dr. Benton?" he said as loudly as he could. "I think I might need some help."

Peter came in, and as he suspected, Carter was having trouble getting dressed.

"Here, give me the pants. I'll help you with those."

Carter handed them over, and felt slightly awkward about this. This man was a doctor after all. He'd seen it all before.

Peter took the pants from Carter and knelt down infront of him. He gently eased the pants over both his ankles and just past his knees, careful of the livid bruise still on his left leg. He couldn't get any farther unless Carter stood up.

"Carter, you've gotta stand up. I can't pull these on any farther."

Carter shakily slid his feet to the floor. He stood up, and as he did he felt a wave of dizziness hit him. Benton felt Carter start to waver, and used one of his hands to grab onto his bicep so he wouldn't topple over.

"Just take a deep breath, Carter. Almost done," Peter said as he waited patiently for Carter to regain his equilibrium. He then slid the pants up to his hips and helped him sit down.

"Thanks. I think I can manage the shirt on my own."

"Yeah, well, I'll just hang around incase."

Benton watched as Carter gingerly removed the gown and reached for the shirt. Peter couldn't help but wince when he saw the bruising on his side that disappeared under the bandage supporting his ribs. He was thankful there was a button-up shirt available.