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Chapter 7

Next Day

"Sam, do you mind if John stays with you in the firehouse for a few days? The doctor said he shouldn't be alone, 'cause he's to weak to care for himself. And the other thing is, we don't know if he's still after John… and alone in his apartment, not able to defend himself if there's a problem…" he explained, while they walked down the hospital hallway.

"Bailey, I had this on my mind too… I don't want him to be alone anyway. And after all what happened, I owe him to take care of him." Sam answered.

"Okay, I'm going to John's apartment and pack some things." They came to the nurse station, "Excuse me, John Grant is going to be released… can we borrow this wheelchair to get him to the car?" Bailey asked, pointing at the wheelchair in the corner.

"Of course" the nurse answered with a smile.

"Thanks," Bailey said and walked with Sam back to John's room.

John sat on the bed and buttoned his shirt as Bailey and Sam came in.

"Ready?" Bailey began and rolled the wheelchair in front of John.

"Yeah… what's that?" he raised his left eyebrow and pointed at the wheelchair.

"What does it look like… come on, sit in here and let's go..." Bailey said.

"No thanks, I can go on my own…" he retorted with a stern look at Bailey and stood up, "see… it's no problem."

Bailey looked at Sam and rolled his eyes, "Well, then let's go."

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Half an hour later they arrived in front of the firehouse with two guards standing at the door.

"So, here we are… welcome to your new home." Bailey said and opened the car door.

Sam looked at the two guards and murmured, "Great, I already love it" and with a sigh she left the car, too. Only John sat on the back seat with his eyes closed, waiting for Bailey to return and bring him to his own apartment. With a knock on the car window John jumped and opened his eyes. He pulled the window down, "Hmm?" he said, weakly.

"What are you waiting for John, get out of the car and welcome your new home for the next few weeks" Bailey told him and opened the car door.

"What?"

"Yes, you move in there until you're feeling better." Bailey told him.

"Oh no, you said I can go home… home into my apartment... not into… into a firehouse…" he said and tried to close the door again.

"John, don't act like a child…" Bailey insisted, "I want you to stay here with Sam until you're feeling better... and now get out of the car."

"But I don't want you."

"John..."

"Fine. If you don't want to drive me home, I can take a cab." he searched for his cell phone.

"Get out now or I'll take you back to the hospitel where you stay a whole week until you're fully recovered. Your choice!"

John looked into his eyes with anger, climbed out and mumbled "Go to hell".

"What?" Bailey asked.

"Nothing…" he walked past the guards into the firehouse and stopped in front of the elevator, where Sam entered the code Bailey gave her a minute ago.

A moment later the three of them reached the second floor and Bailey smiled, "How do you like it, Sam?"

"Yeah… nice place…" she looked around and perceived cameras in almost every corner, "Big brother is watching us, huh?"

"You're able to turn them off… if you like. But it's safer if they are on… just in case…" he looked at her.

"I know, I know…" she sighed and looked at John, "come on, sit down… you don't have to stand around like this" she took his arm and led him to the sofa in the middle of the living room.

"Okay… I have to go back to the headquarters… make yourselves at home. I'll call you." he walked into the elevator and left the firehouse.

"So, here we are…" Sam said and sat down on the sofa beside John. "How do you feel?"

"Apart from preferring my own apartment…" he sighed, "I'm fine, I guess." he said and looked at her.

"You don't want to stay with me?"

"No, it's not that I don't want to stay with you."

"But?" Sam asked, carefully.

"I just don't want to stay here. All those cameras are making me crazy. I know they will. I don't like to be watched all the time." John looked around.

"Yeah, it's kind of weird. I don't like it either. But Bailey said it's safe."

"Sure it is."

Sam smiled, "And do you know the best thing about this?"

"Hmm, no… what?" John asked, his eyes stayed on her so direct and easy, that she felt her heart beat rising.

"I... I don't have to call you if there is a problem... because you're already here…"

"Yeah... that's true." a smile covered his face and he settled back onto the sofa. "But I'm not sure if I would be able to help you in my situation." he said, half laughing.

Sam shrugged, smiling. "What matters most is that you're here."

"And seems you have to bear me for a while. Thanks to Bailey!"

"Yeah, don't let me forget to thank him one more time." Sam grinned, looking down on her hands and back at John.

"Okay..."

"So, how you're doing?" Sam asked, looking at the place where the bullet hit him.

"I'm fine. Just a little weak."

"I could make us some tea."

"Sounds good." John smiled.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Sam got up and walked into the kitchen to make some tea. When she came back a few minutes later, John was laying on the sofa, asleep. Carefully, she threw a blanket over him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Just rest." she whispered, smiling before she walked back into the kitchen.

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