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Well, it's finally happened. All throughout this week I've been able to walk into this hospital and not wonder about what crazy scheme the Janitor is going let loose upon me. Tell you the truth, it made for one of the best weeks in years. So why am I not happy about it?

It's just the nature goes, I suppose. If my child is hasn't happy, then I won't be happy. It's been a week since the Janitor fell into that coma and although some people have felt something for him since then, none had been more affected than Rebecca. She's still in the Janitor's room in the ICU and has been there for most of the week. She hasn't done much since she heard the news except stay by his side and hope that his vitals might change. She's gotten really depressed about it and won't talk to me or Kim. It's sad, I know.

Whilst checking up on a patient with Perry, I decided to tell me this. "Perry, can I ask you something?"

"You may but be prepared to be shot down just like last time"

"You know the whole news about the Janitor. I should feel happy about it because now I don't have to worry about the Janitor's mind games coming up from behind anymore. But I don't happy about it and I don't know why".

"Well I'll tell you exactly why there, Samantha. You see, it's a little son of a bitch called remorse that is preventing you from enjoying that fact Supercuts isn't going to bother you anymore. Because it affects someone close to you more than it affects anyone else, you feel remorse for the relationship shown. The same thing happened when Becky and Jennifer started getting closer. I ha-ate-ted that idea because if they became bestest friends foreverest, I would be forced to hang around with you. I wouldn't have it and laid down the law with Jennifer saying I didn't approve of her spending time with Becky and I wanted her to stop doing it. Of course, being a typical teenager, she refused and started doing it more. It then became apparent to me that she wasn't going to stop doing it and at one point, I realized that the two were really good friends after a while. And that is where the remorse came in. I realized that I should stop and let them be friends because in all actuality, I never saw that much anyway. So, say there Daphne, does that answer your question?"

"Yes, it does. Thanks there, Perry"

"Only sometimes a pleasure, other times an annoyance".

And he was right. I did feel remorse for the Janitor. It wasn't until then that I saw just how close the Janitor and Rebecca had been over the years. I was scared about what the Janitor was going to do with Becky in the beginning but as it turned out, he did nothing. I still had my paranoia inside me but I just realized that all they ever really did was talk and screw around (with me mostly). And I saw that Becky needed someone to console her.

I walked into the room to see Becky holding the Janitor's hand and crying. I knew she wanted to see a change but the results of the test were so negative, that he's never going to wake up.

Becky hadn't talked to anybody since she found out and I was wondering if she would now. I grabbed a chair sat next to her and said, "You two were really close, weren't you?"

Quietly through her tears, I heard a yes. "Listen, Becky, I want to tell you something. I know I always never liked the idea of you and the Janitor as friends but that because I was scared. I was scared of what he might do to you. He's done a lot of horrible things to me over the years I've been at this hospital, mostly before you knew him, before you were born, really. I love you, Becky and I wanted to protect you but I found out at some point I couldn't, so I set you free at one point and let you be friends".

Becky stopped crying and gathered herself together. And then she said this to me.

"Dad, I'd grown close to the Janitor over the years, so much so I thought as him as a surrogate father. I always went to him for advice and he was one of the first I told my experiences about. He's helped through a lot. And now I won't be able to say a proper goodbye to him. During those years, I needed a father figure and he was the best one I had. You always seemed to never have the time for me back then".

I could see Rebecca breaking down at that point and decided to leave her alone for a while. But it got me thinking about how the Janitor is. He might be a cruel, sadistic tosser towards me but I had the feeling Becky thought of the Janitor as more of a father than me. And I didn't feel ashamed by that because I knew I couldn't change anything. And neither could Becky. There's nothing more in the world she'd liked than for the Janitor to wake up but that's the way it goes.

Becky was still at his side and until he eventually flatlined. Perry was in the room with her at the time and called it. "Time of death, 4:52pm. I'm sorry, Rebecca". Rebecca got out of the room to see Jennifer waiting nearby, ready to comfort her. They then started walking to Jennifer's car and back to our house.

I kept thinking about how this affected Becky, leading up to the days of the funeral. At the funeral, Rebecca was asked to do the eulogy but I knew she couldn't handle it. She got around half-way through her speech before she broke down in tears. Jennifer and Izzy soon comforted her about it afterwards.

A few days later, I went to the Janitor's headstone when no-one was around. I sat down and thought how things might have turned out if I gave them a chance. I did this for a while and then just before I left, I decided to give the Janitor one last memoir. I placed a penny on top of the headstone and then walked away and drove back home.

There we are. By this point I think I might be finished. I might think of something in the next couple of days but I'm pretty certain I'm done. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and look for o reading you reviews. See ya.