Hi guys, Chanté here. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. If you saw the amount of homework I have... then you'd just see the amount of homework I have. Anyhow, enjoy this chapter. And keep your ideas coming!

Day 30 of the Nate and Sully friendship

Nate sighed, sitting on a couch in Vancouver. His cased arm was aching and he was beginning to wish he'd brought his sling. Nate was sitting in a waiting room of sorts, whilst Sully spoke to a shady person in need of an artefact in the room next door. Sully was speaking to everybody and anybody who said they were hiring, since Nate's trip to the hospital had cost him a pretty penny. But at the moment, Sully was grasping straws. Nate winced in recoil of his sigh, his ribs still hurting. His headache from his concussion was easing back in, buzzing in his ear, and staring at the plain white walls was doing nothing to help. Nate heard Sully and his acquaintance laugh in the next room, but it faded smoothly. Nate looked down at his cast. While resting from the accident, Nate asked Sully to bring markers back to the run down motel they were staying in whenever he went out. Since Sully felt responsible for Nate's current state, he went out and bought back a huge variety of colours. Nate became almost obsessed with drawing on his cast, making it beautiful and colourful. When Nate went out, he saw people nudging each other eyeing his cast, he drew a lot of attention. He wasn't drawing the attention because he was a broken kid in a wheel-chair; he was drawing it in because he was a spark in a crowded place. He'd drawn artefacts from the Cartagena museum, he'd drawn Sully's stolen car and he'd drawn places like he'd imagined them in his head. While Nate personally thought he didn't do the images justice, Sully was amazed at Nate's artistic talent. He kept complimenting him, saying: "Kid, you've got the talent of a prodigy!" and "You're a natural!" While Nate did love the compliments, as he was staring at his cast he thought it was untrue. He didn't feel like he was a natural at anything. His ego had done a massive 180 when he had his accident. Whilst looking down at his broken bones, Nate felt like a washout. Nate adjusted himself as he tried to make himself more comfortable. In the next room, he heard Sully finishing up. Nate tried to stand up, catching himself when he almost fell. Nate grit his teeth, refusing to put any pressure on his sore knee. Sully's acquaintance opened the door, holding the door for Sully. Sully looked at Nate, then the door, cluing Nate in that they were getting the hell out of there. Sully looked uneasy to Nate, but his male acquaintance didn't seem to notice anything. Nate picked up his crutch and hobbled to the front door.

"Well, Sullivan, if you want the job it's all yours. It won't be ready for a couple of weeks, so I'll give you a call when it's ready. Yeah?" The man Sully had been talking to asked Sully for an answer.

"Yeah, I'll take you up on that offer. A couple of weeks? I'll be waiting for a call." Sully nodded at the man and turned away, looking at Nate instead. Sully raised his eyebrows, watching Nate try to stand comfortably. "C'mon Nate. Let's go." Sully waved a goodbye to his new boss and opened the door for Nate. Nate limped out, heavily leaning on his crutch for support. Nate's good arm was hurting more and more everyday, because Nate was constantly putting his weight on it. Sully knew better that to offer help to Nate, he knew Nate's pride wasn't going to let him sit in a wheelchair while Sully pushed him around. Sully walked with Nate, slowly, so Nate didn't have to rush.

"Who was that?" Nate asked out of curiosity. Sully chuckled.

"I have no idea. He said his name before he told me his life story. Which was really long, by the way." Sully looked down at Nate, who was laughing softly.

"What point did it get good?" Nate asked.

"When it finished!" Sully replied, causing the two to erupt in laughter. Sully's stomach grumbled loud, making the two pause and then laugh even more. When they both calmed down, Sully spoke again. "We should go and get some grub, kid. I think there's a McDonalds here somewhere. C'mon." Sully guided Nate to the fast food restaurant. Even when it started to rain, Sully and Nate walked at the same pace, simply because Sully didn't want Nate to be uncomfortable. They finally got to the McDonalds and Nate stopped at the door. He looked around, his eyes wide, taking in the scenery. Sully waited for Nate to resume walking, he was used to Nate's surprise when he looked at new things that were common to everybody else. Nate walked up to Sully, and they walked to the counter together.

"May I help you?" A woman offered, speaking loud to be heard over the racket of the other workers behind her.

"Yeah, can I have two McDoubles, large fries..." He turned to Nate, "You're alright with a coke, right?" Nate nodded in amazement, listening to Sully. "And two large cokes." Sully turned away from the counter as the worker walked away to issue his order. "Nate, can you go find us a table?"

"'Kay." Nate mumbled, walking away in a daze. He found a table and sat at it, trying to be careful as he flopped into the seat. An older boy in the booth next to him turned to look at him and did a double take.

"Awesome cast, man! Where'd you get it?" The boy looked in fascination at Nate.

"I, uh, I did it. I drew on it."

"No way! Guys, look at this! He drew the pictures!" The group on teenagers the boy was sitting with all turned to look at Nate's cast. They all bustled round Nate to stare at his cast. They all complimented him, but once Sully joined Nate, they turned away.

"Am I interrupting something, kid?" Sully asked.

"Nah, not really, they were just looking at my cast." Nate replied, looking down at it.

"Well, it is a work of art, kid." Sully said, handing Nate his meal. Nate looked at it for a few seconds, then watched Sully open everything. Nate copied Sully, unwrapping his burger. Sully bit into his, chewing, whilst Nate watched. Nate then did the same. He seemed unable to hide his pleasure.

"Holy crap!" He announced, causing people in the restaurant to look at Nate. He cleared his throat, and they looked away uninterested, a few murmuring about him for a couple of seconds.

"What's wrong, kid?"

"Nothing!" Nate replied, shoving the chips and burger into his mouth, almost at the same time. Sully chuckled, not quite sure what to make of Nate. "What's this place called?" Nate asked.

"McDonalds." Sully replied, trying to stifle a smile.

"Well, this is good." Nate said, waving his food around at Sully. "You should stop attempting to cook and just bring me here." Nate cheekily suggested, causing Sully to bark out laughter.

"You may be right about that, kid." Sully replied, smiling at Nate's happiness.