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"But I don't want to!"

It was time for me to leave the hospital wing and Oliver insisted that I still would have to wear the stupid collar. It made me look stupid and I couldn't see properly with my head tilted in that position. But when I pointed out these facts for him he just smiled and said that I would get used to it. And if that wasn't enough Ranger had agreed with him. With a stupid smirk on his face, he stood there in my hospital room by the door, waiting for me. I felt so angry with everyone that I refused to go with him.

So I grabbed my crutches and slowly made my way out of the room. I had a huge cast on my leg which made walking harder than it used to be. My stomach felt sore, and the bandages were changed twice a day. Not that I could see that, with the idiotic collar on me. I muttered angrily as I walked towards the hidden elevator we had beside the stairs. It was forbidden to use it unless it was a emergency. I could see that Ranger followed me and so I turned around to tell him not to. He wasn't fast enough so I saw the smile on his face. This made me more angry.

"This isn't funny!" I yelled at him but could still see a hint of a smile on his face. "Argh! This isn't funny Carlos! And don't follow me!"

"I love you!" he said to me as I pushed the button in the elevator. He was leaning against the wall and was smiling at me.

"I love you too." I said angrily to him and watched the doors close. I heard the faint laughter from outside the doors.

The ride up was uneventful. I leaned against the back wall and looked at the numbers that blinked above the door. I stepped out of the elevator and walked across the hall and into my apartment. I glanced at the watch. 2.15 pm. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of grapes and fed Rex. He stopped running only for a short moment, the time it took for him to stuff two grapes into his cheeks. He looked beyond ridiculous when he returned to the running.

I called some clients after that. I sat down in the office, supported my heavy leg and worked hard. When I looked up and glanced at the watch I was shocked. Already half eight! I closed my computer, satisfied that I had ran several searches today. I didn't feel so hungry so I ate only a half a sandwich and then made my way to the bedroom. It was untouched since I left it that morning. The light blue pillows seemed to stare back at me so I threw them into the corner and chose orange-yellow colored accessories. It meant mixed emotions and that fit me perfectly right now. I was still kinda angry but love and uncertainty mixed it up.

It was already almost ten when I was finished in the bathroom. It was a struggle to wash myself without getting any water on the cast. Or the bandages. Or to pick something up, I couldn't bend at all. After that struggle I decided to go to sleep. I felt exhausted about the events that had happened lately and Ranger certainly didn't make matters more easy.

After half an hour of turning and tossing around I still didn't feel comfortable. I switched the bedside lap on and stared at the ceiling. To many thoughts were racing in my mind and I felt uncomfortable with the cast and collar and stupid bandages everywhere. I felt frustrated that I had been so stupid that day, why didn't I take a gun with me? I knew about the danger and still I left the bloody thing at home. I felt like I had let everybody down that way, now I was a burden to the whole company and Ranger and his crew. Even though they had tried to object I felt this way.

I pulled the covers higher as I got cold. This couldn't continue like this, with me staying awake the whole bloody night. I swallowed my pride and picked up the phone.

"Yo." his voice wasn't sleepy so I assume he wasn't asleep.

"Yo." I said and remained silent as did he. The only sound that you could hear was his breathing. Minutes ticked by as I listened to it.

"Want me to come over?" he asked a while later.

"Yes, please."

He hung up on me and after a while I tried to adjust my leg. The bloody thing wouldn't move. My frustration reached a whole another level.

"Stupid shit!" I said to my leg and stared at it. A chuckle was heard from the door. I looked up and Carlos stood there, leaning against the door frame. He looked at me for a second and then undressed and got into the bed. I felt still cold so I moved towards his body, seeking the warmth. I felt Carlos reach underneath the covers and lift my leg with the cast so I could get comfortable. I turned the lights off.

"Thank you." I mumbled and leaned against his warm chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist, gently trying not to hurt me.

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" he asked and I felt him kiss the top of my head. I smiled into the pillows.

"No." He hugged me closer.

"That's good. I don't want you to be angry with me." he said to me and I traced my fingers on his arm.

"Me neither. I love you." I whispered and closed my eyes.

"I love you more." he replied to me.

"That's not possible." I murmured and the silent laughter made me fall asleep.

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