I'm so sorry for not continuing this story. I've recently been reading fanfics again and reminded how annoying it is when stories aren't finished. So in case anyone is still reading here is another chapter to this story.

"Greg, I have your results."

Greg held his breath as she spoke next.

"It looks like your joints are rubbing together here," Laura said as she pointed to the x ray. "Now you already have scar tissue that's formed so that's also adding to the pain. I spoke to the on call doctor and he said you could rest and this could get better or if not surgery is the next option."

Nick looked to Greg who let out the breath he'd been holding. "So.. what do I do now?" Greg asked her quietly.

Laura smiled gently, "The first thing we suggest you do is take a couple of weeks off of work. This has probably come from working too much too soon. You need to rest, and when I say rest I mean sitting down all day doing nothing. You can't push yourself too much otherwise this will continue to grow into a bigger problem."

Greg didn't say anything and just looked down. Nick turned his attention to Laura and thanked her.

As she walked away he turned to his friend, "Right, let's get you home and I'll call Russell to explain what's happening." He said gently. Greg looked so... lost. His head hung low and he didn't even acknowledge that Nick had spoken.

"Come on, get in here" Nick said, motioning to the wheelchair he brought infront of him.

Greg sluggishly moves into the chair, grimacing a little as it aggravated his already sore side and leg.

The drive home would have been silent if it wasn't for the country music Nick put on five minutes into their journey. Usually Greg would have turned it off and argued about Nicks awful taste in music but not today. Throughout the drive, Nick kept casting glances to his friend who just stared out the window.

Once they arrived at Greg's home, Nick helped him inside which took longer than it should. He guided him to his sofa and told him he was calling Russell.

Moving into Greg's hallway, Nick waited for his boss to pick up.

"Hey boss, it's me. Me and Greg have just got back from the hospital... he needs two weeks off work and I'm pretty sure this is all Ecklie's fault.. no Russell, if he hadn't worked him so hard this wouldn't have happened.. he's on his couch at the moment, he hasn't spoken since we left the hospital. I'm worried about him man, he looks depressed.. I will, okay, bye."

He made his way back to where Greg was, who was just staring blankly ahead at his TV screen.

"Hey," he jumped slightly when Nick spoke and glanced his eyes to him, "Russell says not to worry about work and take all the time you need. He said he'd call you tomorrow."

Greg nodded slightly then looked away.

"Greg talk to me" Nick said as he sat next to his friend, "You know you'll be okay, don't you? I know this is another bump in the road but you'll get through it. I'm here, whatever you need."

Greg looked to him and offered a small smile, "Thanks. I think I'm gonna go lie down." He said, gesturing towards his bedroom.

Nick nodded, "You want me to stay?"

Greg shook his head gently, "No it's okay, but... thanks."

Nick smiled and clapped his friend on the shoulder, offering him a hand to pull him off the couch. Greg accepted and grunted as he stood.

"You need anything before I go?" Nick asked him one last time.

"No, I'm fine" Greg said almost too easily.

Nick nodded and offered a smile, "Okay, call me if you need anything."

Greg watched as he let himself out and then slowly made his way to his kitchen.

Once he'd reached his table, he cautiously sat on one of his chairs and pulled the paperwork from his counter top. There were four letters. His insurance had run out. His treatment had cost a lot, more than his cover allowed. Now they were chasing him to pay. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. One more thing to worry about, he thought. He'd managed to pay back a small amount but now he was off work for two weeks meant two weeks of no money.

He looked down at the figure staring back at him. How the heck was he meant to pay that? He leant back in his chair and sighed again, staring up at the ceiling.

After five minutes he tentatively stood, popped some pills from his drawer and headed to his bedroom.

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